While Zhao Yao was busy tending to both Nekomata and Xiao Yu, another problem had sprouted. Once again, Meng Hao's group of student apostles had gathered together. However, their smiles were gone. In its place were faces of anger and even fear.
One of the college students jumped to his feet before slamming his fist against the table and roared, "That bunch of scumbags! How dare they hurt Wang Jian? Even the doctor was taken aback by the severity of those fractures! It would at least take a few months before he can even lift up his arm. The doctors can't even promise us if he would regain his original flexibility and strength."
Those sharp words were like oil fueling the students' raging anger.
"Have we reported them to the police?"