By this time, Li Jianye was actually cornered in the corridor, he just didn't realize it yet.
The rooms on both sides of the corridor were empty with locked doors.
Woo...
The electronic lock emitted a whirring sound as it unlocked.
It was like the sounding of a horn, and more than a dozen strong men, bowing their heads and silent, burst out from both sides of the corridor.
There was none of the romance of an arrest.
None of the unspoken understanding between men.
None of the struggle between spirit and flesh.
There was nothing but the pure physical sounds of smacking.
When Jiang Yuan arrived, he saw Li Jianye, who was about five foot seven inches tall, being pinned against the wall by two men at least six feet tall, forcing his face into a distorted shape.
On either side of him, two men in tight clothes were using their shoulders to press tightly against his sides, pinning his arms down.
