"Come, make way...."
Zhao Yucheng also came down, waving his hand gently.
Everyone in the hall consciously started to move back, giving space to Zhao Qilin and Qin Yu.
"Hmph, this bastard likes to show off, now he's in trouble, kicked an iron plate!"
Amidst the crowd, Zhao Qilin's expression was gloomy as he stared at Qin Yu. No matter how powerful, it was impossible for him to be a match for the second in command of the Seventh Division.
If they couldn't even subdue a martial artist, how could the Seventh Division manage these people?
"Qin Yu...."
At this moment, Yan Mingyu also hurried down the stairs, not expecting Qin Yu to actually follow through with what he said in the car and start a fight with Zhao Qilin.
Her heart immediately rose to her throat; the last time at the hotel entrance, Qin Yu had a confrontation with Zhao Qilin and was utterly outmatched.
"President Zhao..."