The security chief dodged the first fighting talisman but couldn't avoid the second!
Luo Yirui threw two fighting talismans in quick succession, a skill he had kept up his sleeve. He predicted that the security chief would dodge instinctively, and his prediction was correct.
At first, the security chief didn't think much of it, but soon he realized he couldn't move. This feeling of paralysis spread rapidly, almost as if by the time he reacted, he had lost control of his body, helplessly falling backward.
Fear filled the wide-open eyes of the security chief. What had that kid done, and why was this happening?
Luo Yirui stood in front of him, eyes not on the security chief but on the gun that had fallen nearby.
The scene was chaotic; Fu Xuan Ge and Little Fatty were watching closely, but the other teenagers and security personnel seemed to have gone mad. Both sides were wrestling and biting each other, with no one paying attention to what was happening here.
