Bang, bang, bang!!!
Several people were sent flying, slamming hard against the concrete wall.
Sun Dayong spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.
Now, there were only about five or six people standing in front of Chu Yang; the previous arrogance and haughtiness had vanished from their faces, replaced by endless fear and terror, almost in the blink of an eye.
Nearly half of their numbers had been sent flying by Chu Yang.
They looked at Chu Yang as if he were a monster.
Chu Yang's cold and ruthless gaze swept over the people standing before him as he walked towards them.
These people wore expressions of horror and kept retreating backward.
"Help... Save me... someone's going to get killed... Help...," someone reached the iron door, frantically pounding on it, hoping to attract the attention of others.
But the people outside had already received the message, and no matter how much commotion came from inside, they wouldn't intervene.
