"Ah, it is indeed time to teach Mr. Yang Cilang from F Country a proper lesson. Not bad, not bad at all—specializing in smuggling, tax evasion, and illicit business. And you even dare to venture into our Beijing, endanger our capital's safety, and try to force us to collude with you? You're dreaming!"
"This man is a terrorist! As citizens of Beijing, we have the right and the duty to stop his illegal actions, right, classmates?"
"That's right! Someone like him is very dangerous!"
"Sisters, attack!"
"Brothers, go!"
Following the shouts, more than thirty people in the room lunged at Yang Cilang, punching and kicking. He was still enjoying the company of beauties and hadn't registered what was happening when Yu Zijin's kick sent him sprawling. Then, countless fists and feet rained down on him. His cries of pain were drowned out by the KTV's blaring music.
