Lu Yuan didn't wait long before Lin Zhiquin returned, carrying a bag. Behind him were three or four tall, muscular young men. They were probably summoned temporarily from the martial arts school; two of them were still yawning sleepily.
"Huh?"
Lu Yuan saw a familiar face. It was the guy who had been chatting with the receptionist when he entered. The guy's face was covered in pimples, which had left a strong impression on him. The pimple-faced guy apparently recognized him too. Lu Yuan nodded at him in acknowledgment, but the guy just turned his face away.
"Start with these." Lin Zhiquin dumped a few black sticks, each over two feet long, from the bag onto the floor. They were the type used for security, with solid steel cores encased in a thick layer of rubber.
As for their specific killing power... Lu Yuan had never been hit with one, so he wasn't sure.
But since Lin Zhiquin had brought them, there shouldn't be a problem.
