Yang Fei couldn't help but give a wry smile, for he had already guessed what the fatty meant.
With the fatty causing such a scene, the higher-ups of Lanting Group had no choice but to come forward.
A crowd of security guards surrounded the fatty, cursing and shouting.
The fatty brought his hands together in front of his chest, sat cross-legged, and completely ignored them, simply closing his eyes.
Finally, one of the security guards could no longer restrain himself.
He swung a Swing Stick, aiming a blow at the fatty's thigh.
Smack!
The fatty's thigh took a hit.
He opened his eyes, his honest face filled entirely with a amiable smile.
The fatty held up a finger to the security guard, "Ten thousand yuan."
These security guards, too, were from Changfeng Security Company.
Although they weren't as elite as Changfeng bodyguards, they were all from martial families.
If that swing of the stick hit an ordinary person's leg, the leg bone would undoubtedly break.
