"Fuck, attack!" a young man shouted abruptly, and several others charged like bandits.
Ye Yan pressed her back against the door to keep as far from the battlefield as possible, not wanting to become a drag on Fu Xingzhou.
But the fight had barely started before it seemed to end.
Fu Xingzhou moved among them like a dragon, his left hand casually tucked in his trouser pocket, felling each attacker with swift punches and kicks, leaving them sprawled on the ground.
His trousers clung to his long legs, his black shirt perfectly tidy except for a tie that occasionally fluttered across his chest.
Mesmerized, Ye Yan found herself thinking of the phrase "corporate thug."
When he had initially gone after the assassin alone, that assassin likely had no idea he was outmatched.
The ground was filled with groans of pain, with some clutching various body parts, but the one beneath Fu Xingzhou's feet was the most pitiful.
A small smudge on Fu Xingzhou's leather shoe greatly bothered him.