He Lingxiang shook his head and tried to signal the young man with his eyes. Unfortunately, the chap did not get it and remained oblivious. He merely assumed that He Lingxiang was affirming that the men in suits were the ones bothering him.
"Hey, hey, hey! I told you lot not to block the way here, right? Didn't you hear me?"
He darted over and put his hand on the aloof man's shoulder. The handsome man, however, did not duck or even look at him.
In that instant, the young man saw a black shadow flash across his eyes. Before he could understand what was happening, his wrist was held firmly by the man who had dashed out from the crowd.
A painful cracking sound was heard from his wrist. One twist and turn, and then he was flung in the air by a huge force. He hit the wall several meters away with such force that it cracked!
He lay on the floor in a heap. Feeling pain in his chest, he spat a mouthful of blood and then passed out!
