"You, go take out Zhang Jianjun."
Yu Xinyue quickly issued the directive.
"...Me?" Qian Duoer pointed at herself in surprise, completely dumbfounded.
Are you out of your mind, Yu Xinyue!
Shit, what are you talking about?!
Shake it, you brainless puppy!
"There's no time."
Things like taking secret photos or stalking are no longer important. If Zhang Jianjun really saw a girl wearing his own school's uniform hugging a boy from No.11 High School on the street, he wouldn't even need to lift a finger.
He would just casually ask his subordinate, "Which class is she from?"
Xinyu would be wiped out directly, and the next day she and her table would be sent to No.11 High School together!
If she were a 700-point powerhouse, it might be just a slight reminder, but with a mere 620 plus points...
To someone like Zhang Jianjun, such a person would just be a dime a dozen at No.11 High School.