The other two brawny men were immediately stunned. The power of Lin Chuan's kick was so immense it was horrifying. From their perspective, that kick could have killed a bull. Seeing the murderous look in Lin Chuan's eyes, they couldn't help but stand up, and no one dared to continue holding Luo Guoqing.
With no one restraining him, Luo Guoqing immediately scrambled up from the ground.
His face was flushed, and there were several swollen marks on his face, neck, and forehead, indicating he had indeed been through a tough fight. There were also a few chairs scattered on the ground. After standing up, Luo Guoqing glanced at Lin Chuan and said, "Brother, thanks."
"Since we're brothers, why even mention thanks?" Lin Chuan smiled and said, "I fucking hate these two-faced, backstabbing bastards. They're even worse than Song Wen and Song Wu."