The people around looked at Qin Hao, a middle-aged man dressed in plain clothes, quite ordinary.
Qin Hao stepped down from the stairs, directly approached the person who had just spoken, and kicked him flying with a swift kick. Despite the guard's considerable strength, he had no chance to react.
The onlookers were shocked that Qin Hao acted without any nonsense, attacking directly without even clarifying Pei Rui's identity.
Pei Rui and his companions were taken aback. It had been ages since anyone dared to make a move in front of them, and they were indeed stunned.
"You damn bastard, how dare you make a move? Do you even know who you just hit?"
"Slap!"
Qin Hao slapped him, making him spin a few times on the spot, seeing stars as his head buzzed.
"You... you're courting death." Pei Rui was furious at the blatant disregard for his reputation.
"Scram."
Qin Hao kicked him flying, causing Pei Rui to spit blood on the spot.
