Chapter 241: Chapter 241

Chapter 241:

“You all are quite noisy,” Harlee declared, striding toward Kaysen with deliberate grace.

“I was about to depart, but your pitiful state has persuaded me to continue.”

She then deftly applied a technique on Kaysen, targeting his pressure points with practiced ease. With a smirk, she challenged him.

“Still thinking of leaving now?”

In an instant, Kaysen sprang from the floor.

“I can speak again!” he exclaimed, spinning in a whirl of joy, only to halt abruptly as the memory of Harlee’s previous actions flashed through his mind.

Turning to face the gathered students, Harlee’s eyes sparkled with a hint of amusement.

“You’re free to go if you wish,” she announced.

A heavy silence enveloped the room.

Kaysen, subdued, shuffled back to his seat. It was glaringly obvious now.

Harlee could silence others so effortlessly.

Besides, the system they held in such high regard was merely a side project of hers.

Any thoughts of leaving under such circumstances would be sheer folly.

Harlee made her way back to the stage. Lifting her eyes, she was greeted by the collective gaze of the students, their faces alight with respect and admiration.

Coulson was no different.

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His eyes, too, were fixed on Harlee, filled with a similar reverence.

Coulson’s father had ensured Coulson was well-versed in all the national aviation systems, including the one Harlee was now presenting. That was why he was initially reluctant to attend this lecture. Yet, he was surprised by the value of the experience.

Kaysen, who had earlier held his tongue due to his pride, found a moment of clarity.

From his seat in the back row, he rose with a newfound resolve and offered a respectful bow to Harlee.

“Miss Sanderson, I apologize,” he said, his voice carrying sincere regret.

“It was wrong of me to disrupt the session and question your expertise. Thank you for your patience and for sharing your knowledge.”

His apology seemed to act as a catalyst, prompting others who had participated in the disturbance to express their regrets as well. The room filled with a scattered, apologetic echo of “Sorry.”

Harlee nodded, a look of satisfaction crossing her face. She was relieved to see that the group before her had depth beyond her initial impression.

“Please, take your seats,” she called out, her tone gracious.

She then turned to Kaysen, offering him a bow in return.

“And I must apologize as well. It was inappropriate of me to hit you with the remote control earlier.”

“I’m sorry.”

The technique she had just employed was one she had recently learned from friends in the Shadow Moon Society, and unfortunately, Kaysen had been her unintended first subject.

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