"Smash it up, from the outside to the inside! Don't miss a single spot!" Ma Yunbin swept his arm in a grand gesture and, with an arrogant snicker, strutted inside.
Behind him, the cohort of men in black shouted in unison, "Yes, Young Master Ma!"
At his command, the trunks of several Audi A4s popped open. Dozens of men quickly grabbed iron hammers and rods and surrounded Seventh Space amidst the stares of numerous onlookers.
The moment Ma Yunbin appeared inside Seventh Space, Qin Shuai's howling abruptly ceased. Cold sweat beaded on his agonized face. He was first stunned, then alarmed.
He instinctively gasped and cried out, his eyes wide, "Young Master Ma!"
Qin Fan had just left, and Ma Yunbin was already on his heels? Damn it, what was happening? Was it a coincidence?
But before Qin Shuai could ponder any further, Ma Yunbin said coldly, "Get lost!"
