"You're asking for it!" The bodyguard was furious and was about to swat away Yang Yu's hand from his shoulder when suddenly the ground beneath his feet sunk in.
He looked down and his face changed drastically.
The ground under his feet had turned to powder without him knowing when, and his feet had sunk several centimeters into the dust that was now rising up!
This was the airport floor we're talking about, whose sturdiness needn't be mentioned.
All Yang Yu did was pat his shoulder, and the ground turned into powder; if that force had been applied directly to him, wouldn't all the bones in his body be shattered into dust?
A large group of companions wanted to rush over, but they were stopped by the bodyguard: "Don't come over, we're no match for him."
Yang Yu smiled faintly and said to Han Suzhu, "Miss Han, let's go."
"Okay, Mr. Yang." Han Suzhu followed behind Yang Yu and Lu Ah, quickly passing through airport security and waiting to board the plane.