Except for Zhang Chenghu, whose arm had been dislocated and then reset, the others mostly had minor scrapes and were squatting on the ground, dejected.
Yang Qi, Chen Ze, Lao Hu, and the other security guards involved in the capture stood to one side. They were all a bit dusty and scraped up, but their spirits were high.
Huang Zhongmu's face was ashen. He had just started asking about the situation when—
"WEE-WOO—WEE-WOO—"
The sound of police sirens grew closer, and a patrol car from the local precinct drove through the Zoo's main gate.
On duty tonight were Wang Anjiu and his partner.
The two of them got out of the car, and their hearts skipped a beat when they saw the scene in the plaza. They quickly ran over.
"Director Huang, what's the situation? Are there any casualties? Have any animals been harmed?"
Wang Anjiu fired off a series of questions, adding, "My colleagues from the White Tower Branch are on their way."
