Wanchun Teahouse had been surrounded by fully armed officers, while plenty of people watched from a distance.
As body after body was carried out beneath white sheets, the sight immediately sparked heated discussion.
Inside the first-floor hall.
Uncle Liu and his family had also been revived. Officers were examining and bandaging their wounds.
Fang Mo sat on the sofa against the wall.
A young female officer was bandaging him, her eyes darting to his face from time to time, filled with curiosity.
Tang Xiong came down from the second floor.
He was tall and powerfully built, with broad shoulders, a sturdy frame, short hair, and a square face. He wore a police uniform and looked exceptionally strong.
When he reached Fang Mo, he couldn't help exclaiming,
"Junior Brother Fang, you're incredible! Eight Bright Force martial artists, plus a peak Bright Realm genetic martial artist—I can't imagine how you managed it!"
Fang Mo gave a bitter smile.
"Senior Brother Tang, just look at these injuries. I nearly died today!"
Tang Xiong waved the female officer away, put an arm around Fang Mo's shoulder, and laughed.
"I heard Master personally teaches you every night, giving you pointers and sparring with you. You'll have to give your senior brother some guidance sometime!"
Fang Mo grimaced in pain.
"How could I dare give you guidance, Senior Brother? But we can exchange pointers!"
"Right, right! Exchange pointers!"
Tang Xiong chuckled at that.
Tang Xiong was a captain at the Public Security Bureau's Chenghuang District branch. He was a Dark Strength martial artist, and his Tiger Subduing Fist was quite formidable.
Ever since Tiger Might Martial Arts School won the competition, he had often visited the school and grown close to his fellow disciples.
So Fang Mo had met him before.
It had long since become