The two burly men's vision blurred, and before they could grasp what was happening, they felt themselves launched into the air.
Their chests. A piercing pain.
They crashed against the wall fiercely, sliding to the ground with a small dent in their chests.
They coughed up fresh blood, their ribs evidently broken in three or four places.
Shen Zhou stood next to the towering Gao Da, pulling him up before sitting back down.
He looked at Xia Tian with a smile, "Young Master Xia, what do you plan to do now? Will you follow President Rong's instructions, or continue to treat me as a distinguished guest?"
Xia Tian's forehead throbbed with visible veins as he clenched his fists tightly.
He was at a loss for what to do.
Meanwhile, Rong Detian and Hong Liangtang turned pale from Shen Zhou's brazen dominance.
The former yelled loudly, "Don't just stand there, quickly make a call, bring in someone more formidable, we'll kill this brat tonight!"
