Beckett was on the verge of collapse, but in the following ten minutes or so, he had a taste of what could be described as ferocity.
Kylin, who had charged into the crowd alone, was like a fierce tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, capable of knocking down three or four strong men with a single punch.
Absolutely wild!
Ten or so minutes later, at the Xinm Club.
At this time, Kylin was sitting squarely on a sofa, the traces left on the ground vaguely testified to a great battle that had taken place here.
Meanwhile, Beckett was standing there gaping, unable to believe what was happening before his eyes.
Right below them, a male and a female figure were crouching in genuine fear.
In the unseen places, there were thousands of figures gathered, many of whom were formidable Peak Martial Artists.
Yet, none of them dared to step into this office.
All of them were frantic, worried about the safety of their masters.