The fat man's body trembled as if he were sifting bran, and he lowered his head and stammered, "General Manager, a, a big problem has occurred. Your brother, Manager Yan, he was beaten in Mingyue Tower across the street."
"What?!" The middle-aged man suddenly stood up, grabbed the man's neck, and fiercely interrogated, "What did you say? My fourth brother was beaten? Who? What reckless fellow? How dare they touch my fourth brother? Are they tired of living?"
…
When Lin Beichen was surrounded by more than ten burly, muscular security guards, everyone silently sentenced him to death in their hearts.
They believed that even if Lin Beichen might have practiced some martial arts, he definitely couldn't be a match for these ten-plus strong men.
After all, two fists can't defeat four hands, an age-old truth.
However, just when everyone thought Lin Beichen was doomed, a loud "bang" froze everyone in place, as if time stopped.
"Bang bang bang."
