The Chamber of Commerce's main entrance was in chaos by now, with many customers and merchants from out of town forming a crowd, murmuring among themselves.
In the middle, suppressed groans of pain could be heard.
Mu Hanyan and others squeezed into the crowd and after seeing the scene inside, they clenched their fists tightly.
Ma Liu and Zheng Qing were lying on the ground, curled up, their bodies covered in blood, their limbs twisted at unnatural angles—clearly, they had been severely beaten by someone.
Huayue and Zirong frowned. They were by no means kind-hearted, but they always held back a bit when they struck. Whoever had injured Ma Liu and Zheng Qing, however, had been even more ruthless than them.
"What cruel means, who would do such a thing without restraint?" someone in the crowd whispered.
