C55 Who's Fist Is Harder??

Lin Miao's brow furrowed in dissatisfaction as she snapped, "Since when is it your place to meddle in my affairs? By what right do you interfere?"

With that, she resumed her struggle.

But Zhang Chen's grip remained firm; Lin Miao's efforts to break free were futile.

"Release me! I swear I'll tell my sister about this!" Lin Miao's voice was laced with fury, her eyes ablaze with unyielding rage.

Yet Zhang Chen remained unmoved.

A gleam of disdain flickered in the green-haired woman's eyes. "Miaomiao, stop fighting it. You're only embarrassing yourself further today."

"We once thought your friend was something special. Turns out he's just a poor boy who got lucky and saved some bigwig."

"Don't fret over today. I'll make sure you get the 300,000. I'll take care of it."

Her lips curled into a cold smirk as she finished speaking.

The girls behind her exchanged glances, their eyes alight with scorn.

Lin Miao was taken aback.

This wasn't the tune the green-haired woman and her cronies sang when they were currying favor with her!

It was their feigned sincerity that had led her to share Zhang Chen's act of saving a VIP.

She hadn't anticipated...

Lin Miao clenched her jaw, her gaze flickering with turmoil and seething with hatred towards Zhang Chen and the green-haired woman.

Zhang Chen let out a mocking chuckle. "You see the truth now?"

Panicked, Lin Miao retorted, "What do you mean? Of course, I see it! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in this mess! Why show up if you can't handle it?"

"Now, you've ruined my reputation, and I can't even get away! Are you trying to destroy me?"

"Let me go! I need to call my sister!"

Zhang Chen's gaze grew icy, yet he remained still.

Losing patience, the manager snapped, "So, you two are determined to leave? Fine, but don't think we'll be polite about it."

"Seize them! Call the police and let them sort this out!"

No sooner had he spoken than about a dozen male employees, without a moment's hesitation, rolled up their sleeves and charged towards Zhang Chen and Lin Miao.

Lin Miao was completely stunned, her hand frozen mid-air as she clutched her phone, her eyes brimming with despair.

The green-haired woman and her companions stood with arms crossed, smirking with scorn.

The manager's eyes gleamed with anticipation; this was the outcome he had hoped for, and he was determined not to let Zhang Chen and the others get away.

"You're digging your own grave, kid!"

In a flash, an employee was right in front of Zhang Chen.

Yet, unnoticed by all, a strong figure had stepped out of a black Mercedes-Benz parked by the roadside and was making his way toward them with deliberate steps.

Lin Miao's hatred for Zhang Chen had reached a fever pitch, her heart consumed by an endless, crippling fear.

The green-haired woman and her group continued their unrestrained mockery, their eyes gleaming with disdain.

But in an instant, Loong San was upon them from behind.

With a single hand, he seized an employee and flung him with such force that two employees were sent flying backward.

"Ah!"

A cry of panic rang out, startling everyone.

Instinctively, the crowd's gaze shifted to the rear, and they were left dumbfounded.

Loong San was tossing employees around like ragdolls, each one hitting the ground with a heavy thud.

As the employees turned to face their assailant, they were met with Loong San's formidable fist.

A collective gasp cut through the air.

Shock filled the employees' eyes, but before they could fully process what was happening, Loong San's fist had already made its impact.

The thud of collisions and the cries of pain intermingled as the group dwindled before their eyes.

Even as some began to react, none could evade Loong San's punishing blows.

The manager was flabbergasted, the green-haired woman and her friends were bewildered.

And there stood Lin Miao, beside Zhang Chen, her eyes clouded with bewilderment.