"Xiaobai, Xiaobai, something terrible has happened!"
On Monday afternoon, Luo Yun rushed anxiously to Zhou Xiaobai's house.
Zhou Xiaobai was reading at home. "Why are you in such a hurry? Have some water and catch your breath. Tell me properly."
"Wang Yan—Wang Yan was taken away by the police!"
"What?"
Zhou Xiaobai instantly threw down her book and jumped up. "What happened?"
"Let me have some water first and catch my breath."
"Oh, just tell me already!"
Luo Yun was speechless at Zhou Xiaobai's double standard. As she poured herself some water, she said, "Do you remember when we first met Wang Yan? Didn't he beat up that Li Yuanchao? I heard he fractured both of Li Yuanchao's hands.
Li Yuanchao has a lot of influence among us compound kids. After suffering such a huge loss, there was no way he'd let it go. So after waiting a week, he brought people to ambush Wang Yan over by Revival Gate last night."
"Huh? Is Wang Yan all right?" Zhou Xiaobai's eyes widened, filled with worry.
"Oh, listen to me." Luo Yun took a sip of water and continued, "Didn't we see Wang Yan fighting afterward that day? He's incredibly good at fighting. I heard he went on a rampage last night. Li Yuanchao was almost beaten to death by him, some people had their legs broken, and the orthopedic department couldn't even hold them all. I also heard that guns were involved, and some people were shot."
"What about Wang Yan? Tell me about Wang Yan!"
Luo Yun rolled her eyes. "Xiaobai, think about it. If Wang Yan were injured, wouldn't he be in the hospital too? How could he be at the Public Security Bureau? He must be fine."
Zhou Xiaobai realized that made sense and sat back down