No one can stir up trouble in Xiang City, and this kind of large-scale brawl has severely provoked the order management of Xiang City.
Soon, under the bloody circumstances, Ma Zhixuan's team of 2000 and Ma Yongchun's C City administrators were subdued.
Members of the group who had been beaten until they could not move were carried by the Garrison and placed on the open ground, while the rest held their heads with their hands and squatted down.
Ma Zhixuan felt that this posture was very humiliating. He stood up with his head in his hands and shouted loudly,
"You Xiang City Garrison murder without blinking an eye..."
His words had not yet finished when a Garrison member with an AK47's butt-stock smashed it into Ma Zhixuan's face.
Knocking him to the ground, his nose and mouth streaming with blood.
"Zhixuan."
Ma Yongchun, holding his head and squatting on the ground, yelled out. He was distressed, anxious, and panicked, saying to the approaching Xiang City Garrison,
