When Director Wang from the security office arrived, he saw the scene where both sides were evenly matched in a fight.
Director Wang pulled out a rubber baton, swung it down, and shouted, "Let go, let go!"
Finally, he managed to separate the two.
Director Wang looked at the two, shouting angrily, "What class, what class?"
Duan Shigang's arm was trembling with pain, and he said indignantly, "I'm Duan Shigang from Class 8 of sophomore year, he suddenly attacked me, I was forced to fight back!"
Although he felt aggrieved and frustrated, he used to be a punk himself, and he knew that some people, like lunatics, didn't need any reason to hit others.
Director Wang glared at the man in the black trench coat and snapped, "And you!"
Shang Zhengyu pulled out a tissue, wiped the blood from his nose, and while his anger hadn't subsided, he was thinking gloomily, 'This is totally out of hand, can high school students fight this well now?'
