A few minutes later.
Zhong Buwang knelt down...
No, to be precise, he crawled on his knees in front of Ye Huan.
Because... his kneecaps had been shattered by Ye Huan, making it difficult to even kneel!
His face was as gloomy as it could get, his features twisted in agony, and he wailed in pain:
"Damn it, you... you dare to hit me!?"
Before he could finish.
"Swish!"
Another sound of something breaking through the air.
Ye Huan's baton strike landed on Zhong Buwang's back, making his crawling position on the ground even more standard, utterly indistinguishable from a dead dog.
"Ah!!!!!"
Zhong Buwang's scream was like that of a slaughtered pig, reverberating loudly.
"You brat, messing around in our company in front of me, the head of security, and then asking if I dare to hit you?"
"Hmm? Do I dare to hit you, speak up!"
"I... I'm a Dragon Gate disciple, you dare to hit me, you're dead meat..."
Before Zhong Buwang finished cursing...
"Bang!"
