As a series of muffled thuds echoed, a dozen thugs were almost simultaneously thrown out, heavily falling to the ground, their cries of pain resounding one after another.
The entire process took less than three seconds.
The workshop was silent.
The workers were stunned, hardly daring to believe their eyes. That seemingly gentle young man was actually... so skilled in fighting?
"Who... who are you?"
The bald man knelt on the ground, trembling with pain, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at Yang Cheng.
Yang Cheng looked down at him, calmly saying, "Weren't you looking for the boss? That's me."
The bald man's face turned ashen, his lips quivering, unable to utter a single word.
He couldn't have imagined that the boss of this seemingly failing company was a tough character, the kind that could crush a person's bones.
"Speak, who sent you?"
Yang Cheng squatted down, patted the bald man's face, his expression cold and indifferent, yet carrying a hint of murderous intent.
