The large number of vehicles at the school gate had caused road congestion, so the taxi could go no further and had to stop by the roadside. Zhao Dong had no choice but to get out and walk toward the school.
At that moment, in the center of the plaza in front of the school's main teaching building, a large crowd was gathered. They were all dressed in black with tattoos covering their bodies, their faces fierce and menacing.
In the very middle sat Pan Wu in a wheelchair, wrapped in bandages. One arm and one leg had been completely disabled, leaving him a cripple. Standing beside him was a middle-aged man with a cold expression, radiating a murderous aura. His complexion was terrifyingly grim.
This was Pan Longxiao, Pan Wu's father.
