The man struck back with his free hand but was easily parried by Ling Qingyu. He tried to pry away the iron grip choking him, yet the woman's fingers didn't even budge.
He was like a toddler being handled by an adult, completely without resistance. Instinctively, every fiber of his being screamed that it was impossible.
How could a woman completely immobilize him with just one hand around his neck?
His throat bobbed in agony. His face turned blue as muffled groans escaped his lips.
He had only one question—why?
The conversation between the two parties had been as smooth as that of old acquaintances.
The room fell silent. Everyone was caught off guard by Ling Qingyu's unilateral action. From lifting the man to slamming him onto the table, everything happened too quickly for anyone to react.
But that didn't include the man's bodyguards and the Spirit Fox operatives inside.
The bodyguards immediately moved their hands behind their backs, reaching for their guns.
