Tan Mingde had no confidence left this time. With his two main men defeated, all that remained were the useless ones. However, at this moment, he had no other choice. As he watched Yang Fan approaching him, he yelled loudly, "All of you, get on him now!"
The other nearly ten lackeys, having seen their leaders easily taken down just minutes ago, felt uneasy. Had Tan Mingde not yelled, they truly wouldn't have wanted to move.
As these men were about to step forward, the door to the conference room swung open once again, and four to five dozen people rushed in. Quickly, they subdued the dozen men, and the office door was shut once more.
Everyone was too scared to speak, just hoping that these unknown persons wouldn't give them any trouble.
Watching Yang Fan step closer, a desperate and out of options Tan Mingde, had no choice but to lower his once arrogant stance, "Yang Fan, let's talk things through; we can discuss anything."
