Huang Ying and the other women quickly retreated to the side, fearing being caught in this conflict.
Chen Yuanyuan, however, stood closely beside Lin Beichen, watching him with a worried expression.
She knew that a tough battle was likely ahead. But she also believed Lin Beichen would handle it well, turning danger into safety.
"Listen up, forget those useless media companies, even if an Immortal descends today, they can't save you."
Before the words even settled, a loud slap landed on Wang Datou's face, and someone shouted angrily, "What are you standing there for, you idiot? Get moving!"
At this moment, in the basement of Roman Bar, the atmosphere was so oppressive it was suffocating.
A dozen people sat around a table, silent and expressionless.
This tense atmosphere was broken by a fat man sitting at the head of the table, who tapped on the table to draw everyone's attention.
This fat man, with a high nose bridge and grayish-white skin, seemingly of foreign descent, spoke with a grim face: "A few days ago Gouzi was captured, I know everybody is scared."
"But is being scared useful? Does fear mean we stop working and eating?"
Before his words were finished, a burly man to his left stood up, coughed twice, and said, "Jerry, we're not saying to stop business, just to pause for a few days until..."
"Bang!" A silencer-equipped gun was slapped onto the table, cutting the burly man's voice short, and prompting the others to reflexively shrink their necks in silence.
"Why stop talking?" Jerry slammed the table angrily, yelling at everyone: "This month's delivery volume is fixed, if the task isn't completed, I'll lose a part of me. But I'll assure you that before I face punishment, you'll all see blood first."
Under this life-threatening pressure, everyone was silent as cicadas in winter.
At this moment, the phone of the first person to the right suddenly rang. Under Jerry's murderous stare, this tall, skinny middle-aged man laughed nervously, answered the call, and then his face changed abruptly.
"What's the matter?" Jerry asked coldly. The tall, skinny middle-aged man replied with a bitter face: "Fourth brother, there's some trouble with my son. Don't worry, just some fool causing a ruckus, I'll sort it out and be right back."
The security guards of Roman Bar not only have high physical fitness requirements before joining, but also undergo three months of rigorous training after.
Thus, whether in single combat capability or teamwork, they perform exceptionally well.
This is evident from their orderly actions: encircling, cutting, blocking, preparing... then launching an attack.
However, just as three guards were about to simultaneously launch attacks from three directions, Lin Beichen suddenly dashed forward.
"Boom!" Accompanied by a loud crash, the marble floor imported from Malaysia shattered.
In the face of such a deterrent, Lin Beichen threw out punches, and after a series of crackling sounds, more than a dozen guards toppled like dumplings.
Some moaned in pain, others curled up trembling, each injured in exactly the same way—crooked mouth and nose, collapsed nose, and face covered in blood.
Frankly, Lin Beichen didn't intend to hit that hard.
After all, they're just workers, why make things hard for each other?
But helplessly, his strength is incredibly vast. Even without any enhancements, relying solely on muscle power and body coordination, he's already beyond human limits.
Such power is hard to control easily; thus, despite being careful and holding back, when the fight truly started, it was inevitably a bit too fierce.
Regarding this, Lin Beichen could only shrug helplessly—after all, his strength is so overwhelming and these guys were so weak.
"Oh my god! How is this possible?" Everyone in the room stood stunned, as if a sudden thunderstorm exploded beside their ears.
They widened their eyes, dropped their jaws, looking at Lin Beichen and the guards on the ground in shock.
Simply couldn't believe their eyes and ears, even doubting if they were in a dream.
Because what's happening is unbelievably bizarre!
More than a dozen burly men wielding clubs surrounded one person, only to be instantly knocked out? Such exaggerated circumstances are beyond even film scenes!
Yet, it's genuinely happening right before their eyes, forcing them to believe it.
"Damn it!" Fang Renjie couldn't help but curse, then fiercely stared at Lin Beichen saying, "Who the hell are you to be causing a scene here!"
By now, even a fool could see something was wrong.
One person barehanded instantly knocking out dozens? Such Combat Power is impossible for ordinary humans, it's simply a monster beyond human limits!
And this monster is standing right before them now, causing immense fear and despair. Fang Renjie felt endless fury and killing intent, but he knew now wasn't the time to vent. He needed to understand this monster's origin and purpose, then think of a way to deal with him, so he suppressed his anger and killing intent, coldly staring at Lin Beichen, waiting for his answer.
But Lin Beichen merely glanced at him calmly, as if he didn't regard him seriously, angering Fang Renjie even more.
Just as he was about to erupt, the room door was suddenly pushed open from outside, everyone instinctively raised their heads to see, only to find a tall, slender middle-aged man with dreadlocked hair walking in, followed by a burly, towering giant. The giant's palms had thick calluses, clearly indicating he's not someone to be messed with, their presence further intensifying the room's tension.