Tsk tsk, do you think I'm easily scared, Jiang Cheng? Have you ever seen a fist the size of a sandbag?
The two bodyguards had never experienced such an insult before. After all, they were highly trained soldiers from special forces units.
In everyday life, they could barely struggle against four or five ordinary people. Now, dealing with a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy should be a piece of cake, right?
The two of them moved towards Jiang Cheng, intending to grab him with a single squeeze of their big hands.
But it turned out they had underestimated him. Jiang Cheng simply tilted his head slightly, easily dodging their attack.
Then he rushed up and slapped them each with a huge swipe, directly knocking the two black bodyguards unconscious.
Pathetic. If your endurance is this poor, why bother being bodyguards? Better scram. Jiang Cheng's remark was justified.
Meanwhile, what was Zhang Dabiao doing?
