Xie Zhong and the other two stared at the heavily injured Su Fan on the stage before snapping back to reality.
Although Su Fan was crippled, their own conditions were not much better.
Out of the three examiners and one chief examiner, two were crippled and two were injured!
Jiang Wei, in particular, had both his legs completely ruined, destined to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
Xie Zhong turned and carefully examined the conditions of the four.
He found Jiang Wei completely disheartened and Xue Zhifeng silently bowing his head, clearly deeply affected.
Su Fan, meanwhile, had been helped to sit up by staff and still needed considerable time to recover.
Facing Song Qiao's inquiry at this moment, Xie Zhong's expression was extremely grim.
He growled in a low voice, "The victor is king, the vanquished is a bandit. I have nothing to say today!"
With that, he angrily flicked his sleeves and, with the support of his disciple, turned to leave.
Xue Zhifeng also left with a sigh.
After Jiang Wei was also carried away by the staff, only the recently defeated Su Fan remained sitting on the stage.
Song Qiao glanced at him and asked coldly,
"Chief Examiner Su, do you have anything else to say?"
Su Fan looked up, his eyes filled with malice as he glared at Song Qiao.
In the end, he could only shake his head gently.
He pushed himself up from the ground, his injured body limping as he struggled to walk away.
Once the four examiners had all departed, Gao Meng rushed to the stage to help Song Qiao.
"Master, are you alright?"
Feeling the soft, gentle touch on his shoulder.
Looking down at that small, thin shoulder, Song Qiao suddenly felt immense relief.
He no longer needed to put on a brave face in front of his disciple.
He carefully leaned his body towards Gao Meng's shoulder and said with exhaustion,
"As you can see, Master was almost unable to hold on."
"Oh, I thought you were still quite capable of putting on a show!"
Gao Meng couldn't help but chuckle, pouting her lips and giving him a playful glare.
As the master and disciple exchanged banter, Xu Rou also walked up from the audience.
Her gaze towards Song Qiao had changed.
Her eyes were filled with admiration, and a hint of reverence that even she herself hadn't noticed.
"Well done, I'm starting to look at you with new eyes!"
Saying this, Xu Rou playfully rubbed her eyes.
To show that her praise was not exaggerated.
Song Qiao did not humble himself, proudly lifting his chin in agreement.
"You should have done so sooner! Let me take this call first."
The phone rang, and Song Qiao took out his phone to see.
Unsurprisingly, it was Mo Ling.
"Congratulations, Song Qiao. You passed the assessment this time."
On the other end of the line, Mo Ling's tone was incredibly relaxed, with unconcealed joy.
It was clear that she was genuinely happy for Song Qiao.
After all, Song Qiao was someone she had promoted to the security department.
She had endured considerable pressure for it, as everyone had considered Song Qiao a good-for-nothing before today.
Now that Song Qiao had proven himself, she would no longer have to listen to the whispers of others.
Knowing Mo Ling's good intentions, Song Qiao still arrogantly said with a carefree attitude,
"Of course I passed. Wasn't that to be expected?"
"Nothing to congratulate about, but if you want to treat me to a meal, that's another story."
Beep beep beep.
The call ended. Mo Ling seemed to have only called to offer her congratulations.
This made Song Qiao feel a little frustrated.
He raised his eyebrows and smiled, "One by one, they're all the same. Can't be teased!"
"Who are the two?" Xu Rou asked, her face darkening, staring at Song Qiao.
"Who do you think?" Song Qiao looked at Xu Rou, sighed, shook his head, and turned to leave with Gao Meng's support.
"You stop right there!"
Hearing Xu Rou's furious roar from behind.
Gao Meng couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle a couple of times.
Then, she quickly helped Song Qiao and made a hasty exit from Tian Xing Jian.
Back in the car, Gao Meng sat in the driver's seat and naturally took over the role of driver.
She turned to Song Qiao and asked,
"Master, should we head back?"
Song Qiao's eyes were gently closed as he sat cross-legged in the passenger seat.
Hearing his disciple's question, he didn't open his eyes and shook his head, replying,
"No rush, let me recover for a bit."
With that, Song Qiao began to meditate.
Gao Meng closed the car windows and diligently took on the role of guardian.
Two streets away from the assessment site 'Tian Xing Jian,' a tall building stood.
From the top of the building, one could clearly see the situation inside.
A young woman in a trench coat stood by the window.
On the windowsill was a delicate telescope, which she had just put down.
The woman was gazing at the four large courtyards of Tian Xing Jian, lost in thought.
Knock, knock, knock.
A knock sounded at the door, and the woman commanded without turning her head, "Enter!"
The door opened, and a subordinate walked in.
The woman asked casually, as if she already knew, "Is the assessment over?"
"Yes! Su Fan lost!"
The woman nodded, as if this outcome was entirely within her expectations.
"As before, ensure Song Qiao's safety.
My master said that guy likes to keep trump cards and might resort to dirty tricks!"
"Understood!" The subordinate nodded respectfully, followed the order, and turned to leave.
The door closed again, and the woman slowly turned around.
Her face, cold and beautiful, was that of Xia Yuqing!