Zheng Jingxuan's face instantly turned pale. His lips trembled slightly; he wanted to speak but couldn't utter a word. The student sparring with him froze. The surrounding students also stopped their movements, looking over in surprise.
A middle-aged coach hurried over, frowning as he asked, "What's going on? Who are you people?"
Zhou Bin flashed his badge. The coach took one look, and his expression drastically changed. He opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but ultimately said nothing, simply stepping aside in silence. The Inspection Department was handling a case. A lowly academy coach like him had no right to interfere.
Zheng Jingxuan stood rooted to the spot, feeling as though the entire world was spinning. He looked at Zhou Bin, then at the plainclothes officers behind him, taking in those faces both familiar and strange. Only one thought echoed in his mind: "It's over. It's all over."
