The mountain patrol members sat on the sofa, looking rather restrained. Director was so furious he could barely catch his breath, while White Chrysanthemum patted his back to soothe him.
The kitchen outside was filled with rich aromas as Wang Yan busied himself cooking.
Bai Shao leaned closer and asked softly, "He's really okay?"
"Didn't I tell you? A week in detention and a fine, then he'll be out."
"I mean, was Bai Ji hurt? I heard about it earlier—you guys killed more than a dozen people this time. It sounded brutal!"
That was how things went in a small county town. Any news spread like the wind. It had not even been a day, yet the number they had fought had become more than a dozen, doubling the death toll.
Wang Yan shook his head. "You're worried sick. If Bai Ji had so much as scraped himself, he would've had to go to the hospital for a tetanus shot. Wouldn't you have known by now?"
"He really wasn't hurt?"
"He really wasn't."
Bai Shao pressed a hand to her chest. "Bai Ji really doesn't let anyone rest easy. Without saying a word, he actually ran off to Bolamula to skin hides. When he gets back, I need to give him a piece of my mind. No, I need to beat him hard and make him remember this lesson."
"No need."
"How is there no need?" Bai Shao said angrily. "Look how badly he upset my mom. I have to beat him half to death."
"If you really had to beat him, could you bring yourself to do it?"
Wang Yan glanced at her. "Besides, Bai Ji isn't exactly that brave. This time, he personally experienced bullets flying all over the place above his head and watched people beside him