The students were all talking excitedly, and a hint of joy appeared on their faces. Wu Yong grabbed my arm and shouted excitedly, "That's great, really great! We're saved. We're safe."
"Is that really true?" I turned my head and looked at him.
"What's wrong?" Wu Yong asked, looking puzzled.
"Do you think they can really deal with Han Qianqian?" I asked, looking at him.
"They should be able to. Even if they can't, this is such a huge country—surely there are some extraordinary people who can deal with her. They definitely can," Wu Yong said.
"That makes sense." I nodded, and my furrowed brows relaxed as well.
It seemed that things had really taken a turn. With these people's help, perhaps this nightmare would truly come to an end.
The middle-aged police officer led several people into the Abandoned School. Everyone hoped they could bring the culprit to justice. But I vaguely sensed that something was wrong, though I had no idea why.
Soon, the middle-aged police officer came back out. His face was gloomy as he looked at us. Pointing at us, he shouted, "I'm telling you, this kind of prank is disgraceful. You're wasting our time. Even if you're minors, that doesn't change anything!"
Seeing him like that, we looked at one another in confusion and were speechless. After all, the situation before us was simply too strange.
"What's going on?" Li Tongtian stepped forward and asked.
"What do you mean, what's going on? You're making a false police report. Don't think I won't arrest all of you just because there are so many of you." After saying this, the middle-aged police officer stormed off angrily.
Seeing their savior about to leave, a girl immediately began to cry. "Everything we said is true. Why don't you believe