That day, at dusk.
A black SUV left the academy and headed straight for the cross-river bridge.
From a distant vantage point, eyes followed the black vehicle as it shrank into a tiny black dot.
Inside a building in the inner courtyard, one person sat in a wheelchair, their arm wrapped in gauze and held in a sling, their face contorted with resentment. Another leaned on a crutch, eyes narrowing as a cold glint appeared within them.
"Don't worry. The Thunder Extreme Martial Arts Hall will handle it for us."
As if sensing their mood, the red-haired Mei Ning turned away, her eyes cold.
"Even if something goes wrong, it would be the perfect opportunity, just as my cousin said."
"When the time comes..."
She sneered, recalling the image of that hick daring to point a gun at her.
The others exchanged glances and understood. They nodded slightly, a gleam of vengeful delight appearing in their eyes.
They knew.
No matter the outcome.
