Zhao Fengyun felt heartbroken, not for the two security guards, but for his solid wood guitar, handmade, worth over thirty thousand on the market.
Plus, he played it frequently, the tone had become nearly perfect, and it was well-maintained, selling it would certainly fetch more than thirty thousand.
But now, the guitar was destroyed, and he hadn't seen a dime, how could he not feel pained.
"Stop pretending, hurry up and deal with this brat for me, be careful, don't hurt the two girls beside him." Zhao Fengyun yelled angrily.
However, the three security guards lying on the ground kept groaning in pain with twisted expressions, showing no intention to get up.
The three guards still standing looked uncertain and surprised.
One of them whispered in Zhao Fengyun's ear, "Young master, that guy seems to be practicing internal martial arts, our three men aren't pretending. Look at the cold sweat on their heads; they definitely can't fake it."
