Not until Liu Dazhuang's face had turned into a pig's head did a group of security guards arrive, late to the scene.
"Stop, stop!"
However, the group of security guards could only stand at the elevator entrance and shout, completely unable to squeeze in.
It wasn't until ten minutes later, when the police arrived, that the fighting here finally stopped.
"Hey, you guys are really something, aren't you from the 'Face-hitting Squad'? Why use your feet? At least aim for the face if you're going to kick, what kind of behavior is that, kicking elsewhere?"
"Cut the crap, I didn't even get a hit in."
A bunch of guys who hadn't managed to land a hit were fuming with anger. Damn it, those who beat someone should hurry up and leave, don't block me from hitting them.
A group of police officers stood there dumbstruck.
They had seen people hit others before, but never such brazenness.
When they saw the miserable state of Liu Dazhuang's face, they couldn't help but gasp in shock.
