It was clear that Cao Zhi had not anticipated the formidable opponent he faced today; he didn't stand a chance.
"…" He had just uttered the words "You don't qualify," when Yang Fan forcefully twisted his arm, and unsurprisingly, Cao Zhi screamed in pain.
"Call your boss out." Yang Fan repeated the demand, discarded the now broken arm, and kicked Cao Zhi under the armpit. Cao Zhi screamed and flew backward, crashing heavily into a table nearby.
He feebly held his waist and rolled on the ground a few times, then lay motionless.
The surrounding area fell silent, no one dared to make a sound.
Who was Cao Zhi?
That was Tiangge Night Club's head of security; how many in Yanjing would dare cause trouble here, let alone harm Cao Zhi?
If someone did, it could only mean they were out of their mind.
But was this young man really out of his mind? It didn't seem so. At least his strength was enough to drive Cao Zhi to despair.
