When Feng Xianghui had made his move earlier, Zhou Chao and the other security guards had cheered, waiting to see Chen Yang beaten to the ground, searching for his teeth.
But at this moment, the entire office was silent. No one had expected Feng Xianghui, whom everyone regarded as a great master, to be utterly powerless to retaliate and to be instantly subdued by Chen Yang.
Zhou Chao was dumbfounded, and so were the security guards.
They realized that the seemingly fragile young man in front of them had combat abilities beyond description.
"My cigarette is still one-quarter left, and I really don't want to break my word."
Just as everyone was stunned, a languid and indifferent voice came from Chen Yang's mouth, as if he was talking about something trivial instead of a fight.
"Run, run now!"
The security guards were terrified, once again scrambling towards the office door.
