A night had passed.
At this moment, Rio de Janeiro was no longer reminiscent of yesterday's bustle and joy; instead, the sounds of police sirens and the wails of passing ambulances could be heard everywhere. Fang Zheng stood on the rocks, looking at the beach before him. The beach still had scattered groups of tourists, yet even they wore expressions of shock and surprise as they discussed the events of the previous night.
The once vibrant and bustling city now felt like a battlefield, with gunshots occasionally heard in the distance. Although the city wasn't under martial law, the atmosphere in the air was exceptionally heavy and serious. Helicopters roared as they flew overhead, and armed police could be seen everywhere.
Just one day's time had transformed the city into a completely different appearance.
"Sigh..."
Fang Zheng closed his eyes, taking in the oncoming sea breeze, and exhaled deeply.
"I might have been a bit rash... But the result was pretty good."
