Hu Xian and Old Wan stared, stunned, at Chen Chuan's silhouette. The scene in the hall was nothing like what they'd imagined. The dazzling sunlight fell upon the blood-soaked floor and the glint of a blade, leaving them dazed for a moment.
As a member of the review team, Hu Xian quickly composed herself. Her sharp gaze scanned the room, searching for Boxing Lion, and she found him with little effort.
He was in the most conspicuous spot and, compared to the others, was relatively whole. His expression was so natural, you could almost piece him back together for a posed photograph.
Her tense expression eased, and she gave a small laugh, amused at her own anxiety.
'This Boxing Lion was quite a character, and his team was formidable. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been listed as an assessment target.'
