Lin Chuan, seeing the situation, hurriedly rushed up with a broken folding chair in one hand.
"Die!" Seeing Luo Guoqing being beaten so severely, Lin Chuan naturally couldn't stand it and swung the folding chair in his hand at the security guards.
More than ten security guards, and instantly three or four fell down. The remaining few immediately surrounded Lin Chuan. However, Lin Chuan's face was beet red, his ears crimson, he gritted his teeth, and the broken folding chair in his hand harshly greeted the others. He beat them relentlessly.
"Ouch... It hurts so much."
"My head, my head..."
"My arm!"
