But at this critical moment, Song Yun moved. No one saw Song Yun's figure clearly, just felt a gust of wind coming at them, and the burly man was then thrown more than ten meters away, crashing into the crowd.
"How about it, anyone else want to give it a try?" Song Yun clapped his hands and said indifferently.
"Boss is mighty, long live the boss!"
"Boss is mighty, long live the boss!"
The enormous shouts pierced through the walls, causing many office workers there to pop their heads out to look. Seeing it was Song Yun, they also joined in on the cheering.
Amidst the admiring gazes of many, Song Yun and Zhao Yan left.
"Once I'm in Yanjing, the guy just now could be worth focusing on," Song Yun said to Zhao Yan before getting in the car.
"Got it. Be careful in Yanjing this time. It's a mixed bag now; don't get caught off guard," Zhao Yan said with a smile.
"Get lost, how could I die so quickly?" Song Yun waved his hand and drove off.
