"Ah!!"
"It hurts so much!!"
Wang Yingjun doubled over in pain, veins bulging on his forehead, rolling back and forth on the ground, yelling, "I'm going to kill you, kill you!"
"Let's go!"
Chen Dashan supported Zhao Jiayao and, with Zhang Xuewen, tried to leave. But before the three could exit the private room, a group of well-trained security guards in uniform with electric batons blocked them inside.
The lead security guard saw Wang Yingjun lying on the ground and quickly ran over: "President Wang, what happened to you?"
"President Wang, should we call an ambulance?"
Seeing Wang Yingjun's pale face, drenched in cold sweat like bathing water, his legs trembling violently, and a blood-stained crotch emitting a strong smell of urine, the security guard frowned deeply.
Wang Yingjun pushed the guard away angrily, pointing at Chen Dashan and his companions: "Kill this bastard for me, no matter the cost. Whoever kills him gets a million-dollar bonus!"
