The man in the black suit's voice still echoed.
At his signal, the men beside him holding steel pipes sneered at Jiang Xinghai and Qin Shuang and started to rush toward the office building.
"It's alright. They won't get their way," Jiang Xinghai said reassuringly, his gaze fixed calmly on Qin Shuang.
"But they..." Panic flickered across Qin Shuang's face. She clenched her fists, her lips slightly parted.
With a sweep of his arm, Jiang Xinghai blocked the first man who charged at them.
He twisted his arm and tore the man's arm right off.
"AHHH!!!"
With a bloodcurdling scream, the man collapsed to the ground in agony.
The bloody, severed limb landed on the ground with a sickening thud.
Seeing this, the other men's faces changed drastically, as if they had seen a ghost.
'Who would have thought Jiang Xinghai could be so ruthless?'
They stared at Jiang Xinghai in terror. A seed of fear sprouted in their hearts, and they began to back away, not daring to get any closer.
