Dozens of burly men dressed in black suits suddenly charged into the siheyuan, each face carrying a fierce killing intent as if they were about to turn the entire courtyard upside down.
After they entered the siheyuan, they didn't move recklessly, but with icy stares, they spread out, blockading the central courtyard and leaving no escape.
These men were obviously professionally trained, far superior to the Chens' security team.
"Everyone, be careful not to damage anything here, even the simplest item is an antique; you can't afford it if you break any," he warned.
Chen Yang's face held a calm expression as his gaze swept across those present, not treating the situation seriously.
The opponents frowned upon seeing Chen Yang's arrogance, clenched their fists, eager to thrash him and make the clueless guy in front of them admit his mistake and submit.
However, without orders from Liu Minghui, they dared not act recklessly; it was their discipline.
