"Damn, Zhao Tiangang has brought the security guards, and these must be special forces level! Each of them is no simple player, Mu Chen is in danger now."
"That may not necessarily be the case, Mu Chen just now was terrifying, it's possible he could hold his ground."
"What's with all the discussion, let's just watch and enjoy, looks like there's a good show to watch," the crowd said, not minding escalating the situation further.
Seven or eight security guards appeared, and the expressions of the two women changed as they immediately moved to protect Mu Chen, knowing that they had caused the trouble and not wanting Mu Chen to fall into danger because of them.
"Young Master Zhao, is this the guy who messed you up?" asked a young man with a tiger tattoo on his arm among the eight security guards looking at Zhao Tiangang.
"That's right, this little bastard, I want both his legs and his arms," Zhao Tiangang shouted.
"Understood."
