<h4>Chapter 1663: Chapter 1663 Another Horse</h4>
The car came to a sudden stop!
Due to the massive inertia, the car skidded several meters on the snow, even spinning once, before finallying to a halt.
"Joaquim. What’s the meaning of this?" Ragnar Frost sat in the passenger seat, asking coldly.
Joaquim was a disciple he was somewhat fond of, notcking in skill.
Now Ragnar Frost was injured, and with someone aiming a projectile box at him, he was no match for his own disciple.
And the student in the driver’s seat was equally too panicked to make any rash moves.
"What’s going on! Master, are you alright?" Seeing the car in front suddenly spin, another car hurried over, lowered the window, and asked with concern.
"I don’t know if your master is alright. But you will definitely have a problem." Joaquim lowered the window, raised another hand holding a projectile box, aimed at the disciple in the driver’s seat, and pulled the trigger!
Swoosh!
The projectile box sounded.
Blood sttered everywhere.
The driver of the other car, unprepared, was directly skewered by a dart through the head, slumping against the window.
The disciple beside Ragnar Frost trembled, frozen.
Real murder!
"Joaquim, why did you betray Master..." The disciple spoke with a trembling voice.
Betrayed by the senior he was close to day in and day out, he couldn’t ept it!
"You all are stubborn fools. Following Ragnar Frost, I, Joaquim, would only ruin my future!" Joaquim stiffened his face and said coldly, "me it on your inability to recognize the times!"
As soon as he said this, the truck behind directly crashed over!
Boom!
With a loud bang, the SUV was hit and sent flying more than ten meters out!
The vehicle waspletely deformed!
But the vehicles used by Ocean Academy were all reinforced specialty SUVs, so despite severe deformation, the airbags deployed, saving the people inside.
On the snowy field.
Three cars were stopped.
In one of them, the driver was killed by a projectile box, his body slumped outside.
Another had flipped over, severely deformed.
From thest truck, a dozen people jumped down.
These people wore ck clothing, wielding long knives, and approached step by step.
Swoosh!
Swoosh! Swoosh!
The rear door of the deformed SUV was hit several times before being pushed open.
Joaquim emerged from inside, his face covered in blood, clutching the projectile box.
Evidently, he was seriously injured from before and wasn’t any better off.
"You’re a madman! I was still in there!" Joaquim stood on the snowfield, panting heavily, simultaneously pointing at the instructor: "I almost..."
Spurt!
Before he could finish speaking.
The instructor threw a dagger, piercing Joaquim’s throat!
"Uh... uh..." Joaquim’s hand dropped the projectile box to the ground.
He woodenly touched his throat.
Warm and moist.
It was blood.
Joaquim trembled even more!
He pointed at the instructor, but could no longer speak.
"Sorry." The academy instructor slowly walked over, pressing his right hand on Joaquim’s face: "It’s the dean’s order."
Thud!
Joaquim’s body fell onto the snow.
Blood gushing from his throat dyed a patch of snow red.
Until death, he was still dreaming of bing an elite disciple.
Brant Fairbanks’ words kept echoing in his ears.
"Old Ragnar."
The academy instructor stepped over Joaquim’s body, bending down to open the car door, pulling Ragnar Frost out and tossing him onto the snow.
Ragnar Frost was already injured, and the impact made the wounds even more severe.
"You... are you Mateo Miller?"
Ragnar Frost’s chest heaved intermittently, panting as he looked at the masked academy instructor in disbelief, "How... how could even you betray me..."
He was certain, this was the academy instructor, Mateo Miller, under Brant Fairbanks!
"Old man, you’re still sharp." Mateo Miller took off his mask, revealing his true face.
"You... why did you betray the dean!" Ragnar Frost, although he had suspected earlier, couldn’t help but express shock upon seeing this face, "Ocean Academy treated you well!"
"Betray the dean?" Mateo Millerughed loudly, pointing at the fallen Ragnar Frost, "Old fool! I am working for the dean now! The dean wants you dead, understand?"
On this deste snowfield, there was absolutely no chance anyone would appear.
Now, he could kill without restraint!
"Nonsense! I, Ragnar Frost, am loyal to Ocean Academy, and the dean is an upright person, impossible! ck-wind Academy..." Ragnar Frost pointed at the ck-wind Academy clothes on Mateo Miller, eyes wide, "You traitor!"
"Haha!"
Mateo Millerughed uncontrobly, he gripped the knife with one hand, slowly stepping toward Ragnar Frost: "Old fool, if not for the dean’s orders, how would I know your whereabouts? Remember, when I took student bribes, you exposed me, suffering a hundred strokes over it!"
"Our academy rules are strict, you, such a scoundrel, dared to extort students, if the dean had not been so tolerant..."
"Silence!"
Mateo Miller red red-eyed, one foot on Ragnar Frost’s chest: "Other deans could turn a blind eye, but you insisted on standing out! Tell me, if I don’t kill you, who do I kill!"
"Scoundrel..." Ragnar Frost, using all his strength, could only utter those two words.
Scoundrel!
Though he was dull-witted, his skills not strong.
As long as he held this position of deputy dean, he had to maintain the academy’s integrity!
"Do you know why Brant Fairbanks wants you dead?" Mateo Miller suddenly smiled, "Because you opposed the dean’s proposal to increase martial arts masters. Once you’re dead, the decision will pass! And those masters are all the dean’s men! From now on, Ocean Academy will belong to the Wind family!"
Ragnar Frost was stunned.
He even forgot the pain from his wounds!
"Traitors! My Ocean Academy has a traitor!" Half a minuteter, Ragnar Frost wept in extreme sorrow!
He viewed Ocean Academy as his home, unable to ept this reality!
The virtuous Brant Fairbanks was such a viin!
Looking again at the killed Joaquim, and Alphonse Martinez in the camp.
Ragnar Frost, even if he were more foolish, understood now.
"You two,e here!"
Mateo Miller gestured, and two disciples from Ocean Academy came over.
They wore ck-wind Academy uniforms, wielding knives, surrounding swiftly.
"Instructor, what orders..."
Spurt!
Before either could finish speaking, Mateo Miller swung the knife!
Both copsed.
These two had once reported him behind his back.
"With these two corpses, we can frame Curtis Channing. Ragnar Frost, at your funeral, I will cry a bit more. Haha!"
Mateo Miller looked at the blood on the knife, took a deep breath, and slowly raised the long knife: "Anything else you want to say?"
Ragnar Frost closed his eyes, silent!
This was his final resilience!
There’s no greater sorrow than a dead heart.
"Farewell, Dean Ragnar!" Mateo Miller’s eyes carried malice, swinging down the knife!
ng!
In a sh of lightning!
A Copper Coin flew out!
Deflecting his knife!
"Who!"
Mateo Miller was startled, turning violently!
What he saw was a horse!
A warhorse!
Unbeknownst, the warhorse had arrived behind him!
The hooves, raised high!
"No!"
Mateo Miller shouted!
Crunch!
The hooves came down.