After all, it was too late when the visitor arrived; such late-night visits were unheard of, so the security guard was very alert. One of them walked down from the guard post and trotted off towards the agency courtyard. Ye Chen, holding a cigarette in his mouth, cast a sharp glance at the few little brothers behind him. They immediately understood Ye Chen's intention; two of them deliberately circled behind the security guard to look at the propaganda paintings on the wall, which did not arouse the guard's notice.
Click...
Five lads pounced at the same time, yanking the standing guard down from above—one covering his mouth, one binding his chest, another tightly gripping his legs, while yet another, wielding an iron rod, struck him hard on the back of his head. The security guard immediately passed out.
"Hurry up, change clothes!" Ye Chen immediately ordered, and then he rushed towards the reporting guard.
