The police cars from the Public Security Bureau and the ambulance from the hospital arrived belatedly.
In front of so many people, Fang Zheng had no excuse to escape after brazenly committing murder, and he was honestly brought before Zhou Ping.
"..."
Looking at Fang Zheng, Zhou Ping's expression was complicated. It was a long time before he spoke in a low voice:
"Thank you."
"No need." Fang Zheng's face was indifferent:
"I was avenging my Master."
"Yes." Zhou Ping sighed softly and continued:
"Brother Huo is abroad. I've called him, and even at the fastest, it will take him two days to return. Before he arrives, we'll guard the spirit."
Guo Ziran had a son, but he didn't follow in the path of martial arts. Instead, he was very interested in the field of medicine and pursued research.
Last year, he even settled abroad and hadn't returned for a long time.
"I'm afraid it won't work." Fang Zheng said:
"This time, I really killed someone."
