At the scene, everyone in the Zhang family looked at Zhang Buhui's miserable state and could not bear to watch.
Yet not a single one of them intended to step forward and save Zhang Buhui from Chen Mo. Everyone was looking out for themselves; how could they possibly volunteer to get involved? Even Third Brother and the others, stubborn as they were, could only wear helpless, resentful expressions without saying a word.
Some even turned their heads away, unwilling to see Zhang Buhui in such a pitiful state.
This time, there was really nothing to say about Chen Mo taking action against Zhang Buhui.
Most importantly, Zhang Buhui had attacked Ordinary People, which was enough to draw accountability from the Special Affairs Administration. Usually, they would not interfere because everyone was Martial Artists, and it was best to avoid unnecessary trouble.
But now, Chen Mo had not only intervened, he was also a Special Affairs Administration Gongfeng. He had every reason to punish Zhang Buhui; there was absolutely nothing wrong with it.
Although Zhang Buhui had been tormented quite miserably, everyone recalled what Chen Mo had said earlier: more than ten members of the Huang family had been beaten by Zhang Buhui until they vomited blood and suffered broken bones, with several even on the brink of death.
Thinking of that, the Zhang family onlookers felt a little better. After all, Zhang Buhui had been in the wrong, so he deserved punishment, didn't he?
That was all the Zhang family onlookers could tell themselves. If they did not think that way, were they supposed to go up and pull Chen Gongfeng away? Wishful thinking. They could only find excuses to keep themselves from falling apart.
Zhang Li clenched both hands into fists, his fingertips already white. Even if Chen Mo