"What are you, daring to scold me?" sneered Zhang Wenlu coldly, waving his hand, ready to slap the service staff.
Just as the slap was about to land, suddenly, Zhang Wenlu felt a tight grip on his wrist, followed by a surge of intense pain.
Seeing their young master's wrist seized, the bodyguards didn't hesitate for a second and immediately moved to grab Ye Fan's shoulders—a skillful capture technique. Ye Fan stood still, letting the two bodyguards grab his shoulders, while at the same time, he increased his grip on Zhang Wenlu's wrist.
"It hurts... it hurts... I'm dying... I'm dying..." Zhang Wenlu yelped in pain, infuriated and embarrassed, he yelled loudly, "Crush him, beat him to death."
