Ah Li and Huo Zhuo exchanged glances. "How would you like to proceed?"
Chu Zhiyi tucked her disheveled hair behind her ear and pondered for a moment. "Then let's dislocate the arms of Fang He and Dean Fang... Who's the most heavily injured here?"
Huo Zhuo pointed to the person who had been killed. "He's already dead."
A moment of silence followed. Chu Zhiyi's gaze drifted over; the man had been killed by Ah Li's nunchaku.
Chu Zhiyi's lips curved into a tight line. "Can we put the body in their car?"
Ah Li signaled five people and conveyed Chu Zhiyi's wishes to them.
Those five individuals glanced at the lifeless body on the ground and nodded. "We can do it."
"I appreciate your hard work."
"What about the others?"
"Take them all into custody, clean up the blood on the ground. This car is a write-off; take the dashcam out and then tow it away to be scrapped."
Huo Zhuo, listening to Chu Zhiyi's exceptionally calm instructions, felt that she wasn't frightened at all.