"Attack!"
Cheng Ting roared, and the bodyguards surrounding them swung their fists fiercely at Hao Jian.
"Rip!"
"Bang!"
At the moment of contact, a stream of blood suddenly spurted out, causing Cheng Ting's mouth to curl into a cold smile. But soon, his expression stiffened.
The sound of clothes tearing, the dull thud of fists landing on flesh, made his face look even more unpleasant.
Behind him, Zhao Wei and Secretary Zhong's expressions changed dramatically, turning pale, because they saw the same result.
That was the five bodyguards who rushed forward were knocked down by Hao Jian's punch in an instant. Worse still, one bodyguard who took Hao Jian's punch head-on had his chest caved in, spurting blood violently.
"Thanks for loosening up my bones a bit, that was pretty nice."
