Sun Na wanted Wang Qiang to run away, but now more than ten security guards from the restaurant had arrived, blocking the corridor. Even if Wang Qiang wanted to run, there was no way he could get through at that moment.
At this time, the security guards of the restaurant had squeezed past Li Yifei and his fellow security team and helped Feng Jiacheng and the others up. Feng Jiacheng's face was now swollen like a pig's head, with blood still flowing from his nose and the corners of his mouth. When he opened his mouth, he even spat out two teeth—Wang Qiang's punches were really merciless.
"I... I..." Feng Jiacheng almost passed out from lack of breath. Not only did the beating hurt, but the main issue for him was the loss of face. He was a noted figure in Mile City, and yet he'd been reduced to this state by a mere security guard.
"Nana! I..." Wang Qiang held Sun Na's hand, choking up, unable to speak.
