Chu Yang, hearing Pan Meimei's cries of terror, reached out to push the door of the presidential suite.
The door of the presidential suite remained motionless.
Chu Yang frowned, infused his arms with Spiritual Energy, and pushed against the door of the presidential suite with all his might.
Creak! Creak! Creak!
The door of the presidential suite emitted a series of tearing sounds.
Bang!!!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The several-thousand-pound doors of the presidential suite, creaking and groaning under the force of Chu Yang's hands, thunderously collapsed to the ground.
The entire floor of the twenty-eighth level trembled violently.
Chu Yang charged in, his rage surging in his eyes as if it were about to erupt upon seeing the state of the presidential suite.
Pan Meimei's face was bruised, her clothes torn apart, revealing her pale skin, and her eyes were filled with fear.
Li Yingzhuo, with a sinister smile on his face, was about to continue assaulting Pan Meimei.
