Tan Haiyan came along with him, placing a bouquet of flowers down after entering.
Dong Changhao watched them from the corner of his eye. In his whole life, he'd never been beaten up like this. Thinking back to when this place was where the Railway Guerrillas would jump on trains to fight the ghosts, the locals were indeed tough. If even the East Asian Ghosts got beaten into retreating, no wonder they got a thrashing.
Xu Chunliang said hypocritically, "Mr. Dong, who beat you up like this? I could barely recognize you."
The members of the investigation team silently cursed in unison. Is this guy even human? We've suffered like this, and yet he's gloating over our misfortune.
Xu Chunliang made no effort to hide it, with an obvious knowing smile on his lips.
Even Tan Haiyan felt embarrassed for him. After all, he's young, and this is not a time to laugh. Although they do look quite ridiculous and funny, see how well I hide it—I look very upset, which is the least bit of courtesy.
