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The young woman who was with the man with the crew cut picked up her phone to make a call.
Luo Yang walked over, snatched the phone from her hand, and hurled it toward the wall.
With a bang, the smartphone came apart, scattering components all over the ground.
"Don't do anything without my permission," Luo Yang said coldly. "I've already shown you face because you're a woman. If you don't listen next time, don't blame me for getting physical."
Just at that moment, a rush of footsteps sounded outside the room, followed swiftly by frantic knocking.
"Niu Zai!"
It was Zhu Li's voice.
"Sister Cheng, please open the door," signaled Luo yang with a glance.
Sister Cheng nodded and hurried to open the door.
In came twenty or thirty people, including Zhu Li and Chen Jie, with the rest being menacing-looking men, each armed with a club in hand.