Song Guanchao left the room and walked straight to the sofa.
The two men didn't pay him any attention; one was playing a game, and the other was watching the first play.
It wasn't until Song Guanchao got close that the man raised his head.
Suddenly, Song Guanchao lifted his foot, and before the man could react, the large sole of his shoe had already kicked the man in the face.
With a crunching sound, the man felt a sharp pain, and tears and snot flowed uncontrollably as he cried out in agony.
The man playing the game put down his phone, and just as he looked up, Song Guanchao delivered a whip-like kick that hit him on the side of his face.
This man was slightly better off, he hadn't even felt the pain before his eyes rolled back and he slumped onto the sofa.
"Wow, quite resilient."
Song Guanchao chuckled and punched the man again, immediately silencing his cries.
In the room, Chairman Qiao heard the screams and felt her heart race, uncertain of the situation outside.
