Under Su Xuan's fury, it didn't matter that there were thirty men; he charged in without even a furrow in his brow and unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks, drawing screams of agony from the group in the room.
Every scream that echoed throughout the space made Li Lin, already lying on the ground, shiver in terror.
"What... what kind of monster is he?" Li Lin's heart was filled with fear, and in his gaze toward Su Xuan, there was only apprehension, horror, and an expression of fear pushed to its limit.
In just a few minutes' time, Su Xuan finally tore off the arm of a henchman and threw him onto the ground like trash. By then, not a single person in room 308 was left standing; all were scattered across the floor in positions that resembled a glimpse of Hell.
There was quite a bit of blood on Su Xuan's clothes, but none of it was his own; it belonged to his enemies, to the gang members lying on the ground.
