Tang Fei didn't make a move.
He didn't need to.
Soldier to soldier, general to general, since ancient times no one willingly yields in the clash of arms.
Besides, no one had used guns.
Everyone knew the severity, the illegality, the noncompliance of the situation.
This was the Monitoring Bureau, Phoenix Avenue, with the Finance Department to the left and the Military Research Institute to the right, and a few kilometers ahead was the Phoenix Palace...
If someone had fired a gun, the egregiousness of the event would have escalated differently.
Once the commotion grew, no party would escape unscathed.
Yet, hand-to-hand combat only made the fight more intense.
A punch from you knocks out several of my teeth; a kick from me breaks several of your bones.
Cries and howls, bloodied and battered, a horrific sight to behold.
At that moment, Tang Fei's wrist phone rang.
He glanced at the caller ID, then pretended not to see.
