Beside her, Wu Yingshan didn't hide the brilliant light in her eyes.
She crossed her hands over her chest, her bright red lips curving into a charming arc, while her proud bust heaved slightly with excitement.
So handsome!
This ability to master absolute violence with such ease is far more deadly attractive to a woman than any power or wealth.
Wu Yingshan's heart raced uncontrollably, and she couldn't help but marvel silently.
With such a strong and handsome man as her superior, the days ahead, she reckoned, would never be boring.
As for those guards and mid-level cadres who had just arrived from downstairs and were still unclear about Fang Cheng's identity, they were even more dumbfounded, forgetting to put down the guns in their hands.
They witnessed the battle firsthand.
The arrogant Japanese brute who regarded human life as grass had an entire arm rendered useless by a single punch, and was sent flying like a dead dog.
