While he was reading in his office, a group of disgruntled students burst in without knocking and began chanting slogans. He watched them in silence, unperturbed by the tumultuous atmosphere. Was he paying attention to their protests? Not really. Was he angered by their challenge? Far from it. In fact, he appreciated those who dared to rebel against his authority and challenge him. Had they protested individually rather than as a group, he would have been intrigued by their courage and audacity rather than merely annoyed. Yet, they hadn't, and he despised weak herbivores who relied on numerical superiority to bear their teeth. He put down his bookmarked book and rose gracefully from his seat.

"I don't really care what you do, but don't herd in front of me."

As he looked at them and tightened his grip on the tonfa, a menacing smile crept across his face.

"When I see herbivores like you, I want to bite you to death."

It took only a few minutes for him to subdue them all. He looked down indifferently at the unconscious protesters before turning away. Since he had no expectations for them, there was no disappointment either. After calling an ambulance and instructing them to handle the situation, he sat on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other and wiped the tonfa with a handkerchief.