Chen Ze had joined the Zoo as a contract security guard after leaving the military.
Yang Qi had never seen him in action or sparred with him privately, so he had no way of judging his skills.
But the burly man currently pinning him down and beating him was, Yang Qi could tell at a glance, no pushover.
Though his footwork was slightly sloppy with rage, the man's core was stable. The coordination between his shoulders and elbows was fluid when he threw a punch. His strikes were short and vicious, aimed at vital points like the jaw and ribs, yet he cleverly controlled his force to inflict a "beating" rather than a "lethal blow."
These weren't the wild swings of a street thug; this was the work of systematic training—either kickboxing or Sanda, with plenty of real-world combat experience to boot.
Given Chen Ze's background as a veteran, if he were to fight back without restraint, he might have had a chance to hold his own or even win.
