Xiao Chen was just about to make a move.
Suddenly, the security guards from Hua Xian Hospital arrived.
"You pieces of trash, you dare lay a hand on Director Xiao? Get them for me!"
Ever since the last incident, the security captain knew Xiao Chen's identity wasn't simple.
Someone was looking to cause trouble for Xiao Chen.
Of course they had to step in.
A bunch of rich second-generation brats, sure, they were all Martial Artists.
But these security guards were too.
The key thing was, the security guards had all clawed their way up purely on fists and kicks.
Those rich brats had never gone through anything like that.
They were greenhouse flowers.
All they ever bullied were the weak.
These past years, that so-called Tianjiao Club had done plenty of "good deeds."
Across all of Central Plains City, and even the entire Central Plains Prefecture,
no one dared to challenge them.
