Just then, a commotion erupted outside the gymnasium.
"Police, have the police arrived?"
"Holy shit, that was fast, wasn't it? How much time has passed? Five minutes or seven? This police response seems way too efficient!"
"Isn't that obvious? With such a big incident, if they didn't hurry to respond, what else could they do?"
"??? Wait, what big incident? I rushed over here without checking my phone. Dude, don't tell me the fight's over just as I've arrived!"
"Over? Far more than that! Two Black Ghosts are dead! The live stream's been shut down, and if you go in now, you can still see a Black Ghost lying on the ground, gushing blood!"
"Damn, seriously?"
Outside, the people who had rushed over to watch the spectacle, cheer for Zhang Beixing, and shout their support were all discussing animatedly. And amidst their discussions and exclamations of "What a show!—", accompanied by the urgent blare of sirens, the police navigated through the crowd and arrived at the scene.
