"Fuck! Your great-great-grandfather! Lin Zifeng is my brother, and if any of you dare touch a single hair on his head, I'll go nuts on them today! My word counts, and if you don't believe me, try me!"
Jia Zhenjing's momentum suddenly surged as he pulled out a large police baton from the Duty Department office and pointed it at everyone, roaring loudly.
Seeing Jia Zhenjing pull out the baton and confront the Duty Department, the security personnel were not vague either; a group quickly grabbed various weapons from around the office, including police batons, wooden sticks, and stun guns.
They all rushed to the front and shielded Lin Zifeng behind them.
"Zhao! I'm telling you today, if you dare touch a hair on my brother, I'll make you bald and carry you out horizontally! Believe it or not?"
