"What have you done?" Huang Quanjiu's gaze bore into the group of plainclothes soldiers, his voice thunderous, conveying the fury within him.
As he spoke, all the plainclothes soldiers lowered their heads, none daring to speak.
At that moment, another group arrived in the distance, also Soldiers of the Eighth Corps, but unlike Wang Dabiao and his team, these were elite troops who had hurried over upon hearing of the attack here.
Upon seeing Huang Quanjiu, they didn't advance further but stood with the other soldiers of the Eighth Corps, watching everything from a distance. After a brief explanation of the events by a nearby soldier, they too understood the sequence of events.
The scene was silent to the point of discomfort. Faced with Huang Quanjiu's questions, no one dared to respond.
Watching their silence, Huang Quanjiu's brows furrowed deeper and darker.
After a while, Huang Quanjiu shouted again, "What have you done?"
"Open your mouth and speak!"