Hearing their master's command, dozens of security guards and thugs pulled out rubber batons and surrounded them in unison.
Wang Hao executed a spinning kick, knocking down two unfortunate fellows.
Immediately after, he closed in, snatched a rubber baton, and unleashed a sweeping strike across the bodyguards' kneecaps.
"Crack, crack, crack!"
The bodyguards at the front had their kneecaps shattered by the strike, losing their balance and collapsing in a heap.
The bodyguards behind hadn't expected their comrades to fall, so they too were tripped up and tumbled down in disarray.
In an instant, the entire club descended into chaos. Some of the more timid women even let out piercing screams.
Wang Hao took two steps back and shielded Ye Zixuan behind him, asking with concern, "Girl, are you alright?"
Ye Zixuan shook her head vigorously, saying, "Uncle, I'm fine!"
Just as the scene was enveloped in confusion, a piercing sound of police sirens suddenly came from outside.
