The noisy commotion involuntarily drew the gazes of the other security guards toward this direction.
Fan Jian saw Old Master Long and Wang Dajun confronting each other and muttered "Damn" under his breath.
The other security guards were also curious, what exactly had happened?
It seemed like the two were locked in a confrontation.
"Old Limp Man, the men in my Viper squad are so strong, they have a hard time holding back when they strike," Wang Dajun disdainfully glanced at Long Wuhui and said.
Long Wuhui was not to be outdone, his face indifferent: "You'd better give it your all, or you'll regret it."
"Big talk for a cripple, Old Limp Man. Don't blame me for picking on the disabled; you're asking for it," Wang Dajun sneered.
The surrounding security guards suddenly realized, oh, it was the rhythm of a one-on-one duel.
Those who had been dealt with by Long Wuhui from Wang Dajun's group immediately lit up.
