As he spoke, Bosco resumed his seat on the chair. "One last chance. Are you going to hand the book over or not?"

"To hell with you!"

Edgar did not respond to his question directly, spitting on the ground. However, it was clear what his stance was.

Bosco's expression turned ashen at the sight as he roared, "Get him! I'm going to see for myself just how tough you are!"

As the words rang through the air, a pupil picked up one of the red-hot metal rods on the ground. He strode over, pressing it