"Just as well, the table's gone. It makes fighting more convenient!"
At that moment, Li Qingyan was still on the phone ordering barbecue.
Yang Qi had already walked to within three meters of Su Cha.
"Boy, you dare underestimate Muay Thai? I'll make sure you die without a grave—ah!"
Before Su Cha could finish his sentence, Yang Qi made his move.
Still as a mountain!
Swift as thunder!
Su Cha felt a violent gust of wind. His pupils shrank instantly. He had no time to react before a punch slammed into his body. The impact felt like being hit by a truck, completely engulfing him in pain as he was sent flying.
BANG!
Su Cha's body crashed against the wall with a loud thud, and he slumped to the floor. Blood gushed from his mouth as he passed out cold.
Silence! A deathly hush fell over the room once again. Before, the silence was born from anger; now, it was born from fear. Many people in the private room even forgot to breathe for a moment, staring in disbelief.
