Not only was the curious taxi driver captivated, but beyond the police cordon stood a large crowd. Countless people extended their necks, pointing and chattering excitedly with those around them, speculating about what might have happened inside. At the same time, they craned their necks to glimpse the scene unfolding on the street.
Dragging his battered and bruised body, Yang Fan slowly walked toward the police cordon from one side of the street.
This action quickly caught the attention of countless bystanders.
They apparently thought Yang Fan was just another curious onlooker pushing through despite his injuries. Many trailed behind him, eager for a peek into the truth within the street, their murmurs buzzing like a swarm of flies, fueled by outlandish speculations.
The national obsession with witnessing a spectacle truly never fails to astonish.
Two guards reached out to block Yang Fan's path, one of them giving him a scrutinizing glance.
"Are you Mr. Fan's disciple?"
