Zhou Yang was amused and said, "You've been beaten up and still haven't learned your lesson. You rest first, I'll teach you some self-defense techniques later. I'm going to the Public Security Bureau to see what's happening. Mr. Bao's intention is to avoid any entanglement with the Public Security Bureau, otherwise it will be a lot of trouble."
"Got it!" Ali said joyfully, "With Zhou's guidance, I'll be able to punch up Wanchun Hall, step on Dragon Hall, and flip over Tiger Martial Arts Hall! Hahaha..."
Zhou Yang shook his head with a smile and walked out, wondering to himself, "Mysterious person, why did you suddenly appear and save Ali? Was it a coincidence, or is there another purpose?"
Upon arriving downstairs at the Public Security Bureau.
Zhou Yang was about to follow an employee inside when he saw a middle-aged man squatting at the door, smoking a cigarette. The glow of the cigarette flickered, and he looked honest and simple, much like his uncle Wang Dazhu.