Lin Chuan withdrew his foot and smiled, "Where's your boss?"
The remaining three men were stunned.
Lin Chuan's movements were too fast; they only saw their leader reaching out, then being captured, blocked, shocked, and kicked before stumbling backward.
The whole set of moves took less than three seconds.
"It can't be said, right?"
Lin Chuan looked at the silent few, didn't hesitate, and immediately charged forward, lifting his foot for a side kick, turning around swiftly, a heavy punch fell, then he used the momentum to attack the next person.
In less than half a minute, four men were stuffed by Lin Chuan into the back seat of the Audi, all meek.
"Boss, I've taken care of it."
Lin Chuan walked to the right side of the Maybach and pulled open the front passenger door.
At this moment, Li Wanqing's face was a bit dumbstruck.
She stared at Lin Chuan with a look of unfamiliarity in her eyes, as if shining with little stars, "You, just now, were so amazing?"