Principal Pu's home.
Pu Xueli knocked out those audacious young men, informed the security bureau, and then directly threw them at the doorstep.
He shut the door, locked it, and walked back to the dining table, moving with fluid grace.
Sitting back in his seat, he laughed heartily, "Just a few youngsters, no big deal. Let's continue eating, don't let this spoil the mood."
After a pause, he added, "Tomorrow I'll definitely file a complaint against our district's security bureau. What is that director doing, allowing armed punks to come in and cause trouble?"
Lv Bai didn't object, after all, he hadn't been to the Central District before and didn't really understand the local customs.
But just at that moment.
The dance and song program originally playing on the TV in the living room was suddenly interrupted by a signal switch.
The switched footage had no host, no voice-over narration, not even the usual yellow-text-on-black-background news titles.
