Inside the Prince Dragon Hotel, everyone was dumbfounded.
No one had expected this to be the final outcome.
This was to say nothing of the Da Shang martial artists still kneeling foolishly in the plaza of the Black Dragon Society dojo. Of course, many more of them couldn't help but cheer and jump for joy, some even bursting into song and dance.
After all, the whole incident had occurred too suddenly, like a roller coaster. Everyone had thought they were doomed, but the result was so dramatic.
Tao Yushan stood dumbly before the floor-to-ceiling window, his expression like that of a man who had lost his parents. He finally collapsed to the ground with a thump, his eyes staring vacantly.
"What… what should we do? Why did it turn out like this? Chen Zheng isn't dead, and neither is Situ Qi! Then what about us? What about what we did? Are we going to face a reckoning for this?"
