As the thugs in front of him fell one by one, Cheng Zhijie was panic-stricken and abruptly pulled the trigger, firing a shot.
Bang!
The sound of gunfire rang out, and the bullet pierced the air, directly shattering the glass wall in front.
"Your aim is off!"
Yang Cheng sneered, flashed forward, and suddenly leaped in front of Cheng Zhijie, grabbing his wrist.
Crack!
With a crisp sound, Cheng Zhijie's wrist was broken backward, and he let out a piercing wail.
"Ah! My hand!"
Yang Cheng seized the gun and kicked Cheng Zhijie, sending him flying into the office desk.
Kong Lingwen, standing to the side, was dumbfounded. She knew Yang Cheng was skilled, but seeing him take down so many people was still shocking.
"Whose three legs do you plan to break?"
Yang Cheng asked coldly, slowly walking toward Cheng Zhijie.
"You... don't come over! My brother is the governor of Yingzhou City, you can't touch me!"
