The crowd gasped. The force was terrifying; he'd actually shattered the loader's thick glass.
"DING... Host successful, gained 10 Pretentiousness Points."
Chu Hao strode towards the manager, his face fierce. "You hit me, and now you still want to demolish? If I don't teach you a lesson, do you really think you're some Heavenly King?"
The manager jumped in fright. "What do you want to do? Security, stop him!"
A group of a dozen security guards appeared, each holding a rubber truncheon. They stared malevolently at Chu Hao, as if ready to beat him to death with a flurry of blows if he took another step.
"Kid, this has nothing to do with you. Better scram," a security captain said.
Chu Hao shouted angrily, "Scram? Go to hell!"
He kicked out, sending the security captain flying. The terrifying force launched the man four or five meters away, and he couldn't even get up.
The others were shocked.