The dozen or so security guards and thugs swarmed toward Chu Yang.
A cold glint flashed in Chu Yang's eyes, and he swung out a palm, hitting one of them.
The man struck by Chu Yang flew backward, knocking over three or four others to the ground.
At that moment, the other men reached Chu Yang.
"Ahh ahh ahh..."
The men who reached Chu Yang let out roars, trying to embolden themselves as they lunged at him.
Chu Yang swung both fists, sending two flying, and with a sweep of his right leg, three or four more were sent through the air.
In the blink of an eye, over half of them lay on the ground.
Whoosh!
Chu Yang stepped forward, closing in on the remaining thugs.
"Ahh..."
The few remaining thugs, terrified at Chu Yang's appearance before them, screamed in fear and then felt a pain in their bodies; their vision darkened as they passed out.
In the span of a breath.
