The young man standing at the door clearly realized something was wrong. His face changed, but he was still a beat too slow in closing the door. Sun Hang beat him to it, flying forward with a kick that landed squarely in his chest and abdomen!
The young man was launched straight off the ground. The next second, his lower back slammed solidly into the leg of the dining table in the living room, and he passed out without even letting out a scream.
Hearing the commotion outside, a middle-aged woman rushed out of the room. The moment she saw the young man lying on the floor, she wailed and threw herself at him, shrieking hysterically, "What did this person do to my son?! Old Lu! Old Lu, say something!"
Lu Hongming looked at his son, sprawled on the floor with his fate unknown, then at his sobbing wife. His eyes were filled with fear and fury as he shouted at Sun Hang, "Do you know what you're doing?! You... if you don't leave right now, I'm calling the police!"
"Go ahead and call them." Sun Hang looked utterly unconcerned. "Be my guest."
Lu Hongming took a deep breath and tremblingly pulled out his phone. But before he could unlock the screen, a steel nail shot out from nowhere, piercing through both the phone screen and his palm and pinning them together to the dining table.
"Ah—"
Lu Hongming let out a miserable scream. Under the crushing pain, a layer of fine sweat instantly beaded across his forehead.
"I never said you couldn't call the police, but I never said I wouldn't stop you from calling them either." Sun Hang stepped into the entryway. "Then again, I'm doing this for your own good... Think about it. What if you really