Brother Panda, are we close?

The city gate of the eighth zone.

When Xia Ping arrived at the city gate, he immediately found that many students had gathered in

this place, but there were basically only a few of these people who were unscathed. All of them

were in a sorry state.

If they were not beaten in the head, their faces were swollen, and they had a pair of panda eyes.

Their arms were broken, and their thighs were broken. Anyway, they were as miserable as they

could be.

These students supported each other and walked out of the city gate step by step. They were

almost like refugees.

"Uh ~ ~" The staff near the city gate were also speechless, and the corners of their mouths

twitched. They had organized so many high school fighting competitions, but this one was the

worst. Almost everyone was injured.

Moreover, they were not light injuries. They were all seriously injured, and they were the kind of

people who wanted to kill.