Chen Hao gripped the iron rod and swung it fiercely, striking straight at the President's body.
Bang!
The iron rod struck the President's chest with an earth-shaking boom, like thunder exploding from level ground. The sheer force was terrifying.
However, because the President was behind Chen Hao, the impact he suffered was far weaker than Chen Feng's. As a result, the damage he took was much less than Chen Hao's.
Even so, under the assault of intense pain, the President could not help letting out a muffled groan.
Chen Hao narrowed his eyes at the sight. The hand holding the iron rod suddenly turned, and he brought it down in another savage chop.
This time, the President's face was filled with agony. Not only had his chest suffered a heavy blow, but several bloody cracks had also appeared in the skin of his neck. Scarlet blood flowed steadily from the wounds, and it was clear that even his bones had been shattered.
Ignoring the pain, the President vanished once more. In the next instant, he appeared beside a second-floor window.
With a crisp bang, the window glass shattered. The President leaped out through the window, preparing to flee.
Whoosh!
How could Chen Hao give him the chance? With a flick of his wrist, the short sword stabbed toward the president's leg.
Whoosh!
Unfortunately, it failed to hit. Though the President was in midair, it was as if he had eyes on his back. His body twisted, narrowly evading the short sword.
"Kid, stop dreaming. None of you will leave today!" the president said through gritted teeth.
"Not necessarily." Chen Hao chuckled. "I think you should worry about whether you can escape alive first."
"Don't worry. I'll make every one of you accompany me in death, including you, you little bastard,"