Chaos erupted. Liwu shouted, Linlin tried to intervene, Reaper barked like he was cheering and Majesty hissed like he had seen his immortal enemy. Within minutes, the entire team was hustling through town to the hospital, He Xiao Mo groaning in a wheelchair.
Inside, tow residents stared at He Xiao Yi as though the devil himself had checked in. Mothers pulled children closer, nurses whispered.
He Xiao Yi cursed, staring back at them with as much hatred as they gave him.
"What were you thinking, son?" Chief Abby asked him.
He Xiao, unrepentant, muttered, "He deserved it."
Liwu pinched the bridge of her nose. "We're supposed to be solving murders, not starting family feuds."
He Xiao Yi sat down in one of the chairs in the waiting area, his knuckles still raw from the punch that had shattered his brother's teeth. He was not even that strong, but the strength he had used was out of sheer spite and hatred.
