Qin Zhong's colleagues and fellow disciples had long since been unable to hold back.
But Qin Zhong kept signaling for them not to interfere.
There was no helping it. Chen Can's status was simply too high.
He was the second-generation heir of Tianwen Technology Group, a top-tier big shot throughout all of China.
They could not afford to offend him.
Offend him today, and tomorrow they could all pack up and disappear together.
Never doubt the power of his family.
In other people's eyes, Ancient Martial Artists of this level were gods descended to earth.
But in Chen Can's eyes, they were no different from hired hands. Their prices and uses merely differed.
And Qin Zhong really had botched this matter. His boss had been beaten into a pig head, and his career was already finished.
All he could hope for now was to resolve this as quickly as possible and minimize the fallout. Ideally, it would not affect his sect, so his fellow disciples would still have a living in the future.
Lu Chengwen gripped the baseball bat and forced out a smile. "Brothers close to you aren't for humiliating."
Chen Can looked at Lu Chengwen. "Long Aotian! I'm teaching my own dog a lesson. What does that have to do with you?"
Qin Zhong wiped away some blood from his nose. "Take Long Aotian into custody."
At that moment, Huo Wenting glanced at Wang Yong. Wang Yong immediately led people forward.
"Sorry, but Mr. Long is an important client of President Huo's. You have no right to detain him."
Qin Zhong turned his head and glared at him. "Wang Yong! After what happened today, my career is already over. I have to take Long Aotian away. No one can protect him! If you want to do me a