The number of people at the Yan Zhao Club meeting approached two hundred and fifty.
Humming a song without words, Ju Mang walked into the meeting hall with dust and bloodstains on her shirt, and her back and neck bore the dampness of sweat, her expression showing post-exercise fatigue.
After glancing around, Ju Mang walked towards a seat in the front row, and then casually sat down next to a man with shoulder-length hair.
"Tell me, did you see Pang Chunhao?"
The man with shoulder-length hair initiated a conversation with her.
"Of course not. Have you ever seen a lone wolf hunt a tiger? Has Mr. Pang not arrived yet?"
While speaking, Ju Mang tilted her head, "Or is he out there looking for trouble with Yang Zheng?"
The man with shoulder-length hair sighed, "I think that's very likely. Mr. Zhan's new student also hasn't come in; I really don't know whether it's just bad luck, or they've taken it upon themselves to do something else."
