A cold glint appeared, and the machete chopped down like lightning.
The bodyguard hadn't even had time to react when, in the next moment, blood splattered everywhere. Chen Nan's hand moved, and a machete fell, the sound of an arm hitting the floor with a thud, plunging the entire hall into sudden silence. Faced with such brutal methods, everyone shuddered and gasped in shock.
"Ah!"
It was only after the arm had already hit the ground that the bodyguard began to scream in agony, showing just how fast Chen Nan's strike had been.
He clutched his severed arm, hopping around on the ground, cold sweat pouring out, trembling all over. Eventually, he rolled in pain on the floor as fresh, red blood continued to gush from his severed arm, staining the floor red.
Wei Datong furrowed his brows. This was happening on his turf, and yet Chen Nan had chopped off his subordinate's arm, showing too little regard for him.
