Following that, his moves were as quick as lightning, each striking the Jianjumpoint on the shoulders of these security guards.
Instantly, the guards lost all sensation in their right arms, and the rubber batons they were holding fell to the ground.
Their faces were filled with terror.
Some guards even started to scream.
They didn't feel any physical pain; it was the sudden numbness in their right arm that frightened them—they thought their right arms were wasted!
Chen Yang patted his hands, removed the cigarette from his mouth, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said indifferently, "Now I can give you five seconds to consider whether you want to kneel and beg for mercy!"
Some guards roared at Chen Yang in anger: "Beg your ass for mercy! What the heck did you do to my right arm? Fix it now, or I'll call the cops, you bastard!"
"Right, if our arms don't recover, you're gonna spend your life in jail!"
"CNM, we won't beg for mercy, what can you do to us?"
