This statement finally made Luo Chen understand. So, these two were just Martial Guards?
Heh...
Since when did such trash dare to act so fierce in front of him?
Chen Yang turned his head, staring at Luo Chen. His eyes shimmered, cold and sharp as a knife.
Subconsciously, Luo Chen straightened his back, wanting to meet Chen Yang's gaze, but he was quickly enveloped by a bone-deep chill unlike anything he had ever encountered.
"Hmph!" Luo Chen snorted coldly. "I admit you have some skill, but don't you dare underestimate me, Luo Chen."
"Don't you know who my grandfather is? Causing trouble on my turf is asking for death."
Luo Chen blatantly played the card of his family background, trying to bolster his own morale while intimidating his opponent.
TAP. TAP. TAP.
The three middle-aged men who had been standing in the corner walked over to Luo Chen's side, their sharp eyes fixed on Chen Yang. They looked like leopards that had locked onto their prey.
