What's going on?
Damn it, I'd like to ask you what's going on!
Yang Yang wanted to curse. His previously arrogant demeanor vanished in an instant, and he felt as if war drums were pounding in his heart, throwing him off balance.
Of course, Yang Yang wasn't too frightened. After all, he was the son of Yang Dingfeng, so he was practically the young leader of the South Sea Alliance. As long as he mentioned his father's name, no one would dare to touch him.
But this is too embarrassing!
He brought over a dozen people with him, fully confident in their absolute advantage, thinking he could handle the person in front of him as easily as squishing a persimmon.
But now look, before he even made a move, no security came out. The moment he acted, dozens of security guards rushed out. Damn, this is humiliating!
In fact, it's not just embarrassing—it's a slap in the face!
What if you have more people? I can have even more. Let's see who's got the numbers.
