It wasn't until Zhen Shuai had taken several punches to the face that he finally snapped out of his daze.
Where was everybody? Where was Yuan the Fatty? And those security guards?
Why hadn't he seen any sign of them getting hit until now!
But what he didn't know was that Yuan the Fatty had already made a run for it, having reached the street outside and begun making phone calls.
As for that group of security guards, they'd been pushed back by the countless pairs of eyes staring them down.
Moreover, several of them already had purple bruises on their faces, especially the one Zhang Fan had sent flying with a kick, who looked utterly terrified.
Damn, who were these people? They had been around for several years at least and had never seen anyone dare to make trouble on their turf. And now, even they'd been beaten up.
What the hell!
Yang Haochen moved with difficulty as he stepped out of the private room. When he saw the few people lying outside, his face lit up with excitement.