It seemed that after Xu Fan's punch had exhausted all the Qi Force in his body, the two assistants immediately collapsed.
The expressions of agony on their faces, combined with the way they were clutching their limp arms to their chests, made one wonder if their hands were beyond saving.
The luxurious chandelier hanging from the ceiling of the presidential suite seemed to flicker uncertainly as if intimidated by Xu Fan's punch.
The room, at that moment, felt as if all the air had been sucked out, making it exceptionally silent.
All that remained were the sounds of painful gasps, along with the heavy breathing of the bearded director and another judge.
The bearded director sat in his chair, feeling as if he had been cursed, his entire body paralyzed with fear, his scalp tingling repeatedly.
No one knew better than he did how formidable Hong Zitao's two assistants were...
