Thump, thump, thump...
Chen Yang exerted all his strength, striking the three gangsters that charged at him, causing them to fall to the ground on cue, while the chair in Chen Yang's hand completely shattered.
"Ouch! My hand... It's broken!"
The three lying on the ground let out a miserable howl, while the other thugs, still swinging their fists, wanting to step forward, were utterly petrified.
Chen Yang's strength was too immense; could a wooden chair really turn into sawdust after a single blow?
Moreover, he had fractured the arms of three men, is this still a human?
The remaining seven or eight gangsters were shocked beyond belief. Although they had Chen Yang completely surrounded, none dared to move forward after exchanging looks with each other.
"Damn it! Are you all a bunch of trash?! Move aside! Let me do it!" Just as the scene turned into chaos, a tall man about six feet, clad in a vest showing off his muscular physique, suddenly charged out from a corner of the room.
