The sound of the alarm once again filled the fallen city as the president of the student council fixed his glasses while looking at the enemies they had just defeated. The battle royale had finally ended, and obviously, the student council was the last group standing.
However, the student council president couldn't help but click his tongue because the vice president had been bragging nonstop.
"Look at this. I have gotten the quota, Miss Secretary!"
"Come on. You usually calculate money. How much is the first quota worth?"
"I'm going to get my beast soul right after we return."
"Oi!" The president gritted his teeth, glaring at the vice president. The latter skillfully looked away while whistling as if he had done nothing wrong.
Despite winning, he couldn't help but feel annoyed. It was clear that the true victor of the battle royale was Clovis and his group.