Thud!
A colossal bang erupted.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Fu Chenlin instinctively stepped back several paces and leaned against the wall.
Wu Zihao, thrown to the ground by Ye Wan with a shoulder throw, curled up like a giant shrimp.
For a long while, he lay on the ground, moving slowly onto his side.
"Cough, cough cough..."
In the silent backstage, the coughing sound was especially clear.
Fu Chenlin stared at Ye Wan, his mouth half-open, stunned.
"Hemp Sack" rushed to help Wu Zihao up while shouting at the six black-clad bodyguards who were standing still like logs, "What are you waiting for? Get her!"
Footsteps.
The sound of rushing wind.
Exchanges of punches and kicks.
And... the continuous sounds of bodies being thrown and cries of pain.
Thud!
Bang, bang!
"My ribs..."
"Ahhh, my arm..."
In just a few breaths, the six black-clad bodyguards were tossed aside like sacks, piling up in a corner.
They formed a small, writhing black mountain.
