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.