"It's not funny! Not funny at all! Man, I was wrong. I shouldn't have joked with you, I shouldn't have run my mouth. I'll learn my lesson. Seeing as this is my first offense, please, be merciful. Let me go." The horse-faced man wailed, begging for mercy.
"What's going on?" someone outside demanded. As the voice drew nearer, two uniformed patrol officers walked over.
"It's nothing, nothing. We were just sparring, just messing around," the other lackey explained with a forced smile.
They didn't dare say more. After all, Ning Xuan's fists did the talking, and they were no match for her. Even if they reported her now, a fighting dispute like this would, at most, result in a verbal warning. There was nothing they could do about Ning Xuan.
"Watch yourselves. You'll all be comrades-in-arms soon. A little sparring is fine, but don't let anyone get hurt." After offering a few words of advice, the patrol officers left.
