"Wang Mawu, you're gathering people to fight again?!"
Zhou Zheng shouted loudly, dismounted swiftly, and had only half drawn his saber when he froze in shock.
He saw no fierce street brawl as described by his little nephew Liu Qi. Instead, the notorious bully Wang Mawu was fanning Qin Yao, who was seated on a stump, with a leaf, smiling as if they were best friends.
"Where's the crowd? Where's the fight?" Zhou Zheng awkwardly turned back, quietly questioning Liu Qi.
Liu Qi, like the government officers behind him, was at a loss, shaking his head uncertainly - this wasn't how it was when they left!
"Heavens!" One of the officers exclaimed in surprise.
Zhou Zheng quickly looked in the direction of the voice and saw a body partially covered with a rough cloth, the ground below it stained with blood.
"What happened?" Zhou Zheng strode up to Wang Mawu and Qin Yao, questioning them sternly.
