"With a crash," the security guards originally arranged in a fan-shaped formation around the group split into two lines, allowing the man to fly out unimpeded and land heavily on the ground with a thud.
"Cough cough... pfft..."
The man lay on the ground, clutching his chest and coughing several times, spitting out a mouthful of blood. It was clear that Zhang Liang's kick had done him no small amount of harm.
The security team leader's mouth twitched. This was probably the most synchronized his security team had ever been in all his years of training them.
Mu Wanxin closed her eyes in sympathy and asked earnestly, "Ran, since you're studying medicine, you should know a bit about this. Do you think this isn't very beneficial for prenatal education?"
An Ran: "..."
Haha, I think you're enjoying it more than anyone else.
