Sudden Accident

Depp suddenly rolled forward, slamming heavily into the dining cabinet with a loud bang.

"Bang!"

"F*CK! My back!" Depp howled miserably.

He lay on the floor, rubbing his back and crying out in pain. That impact had clearly been no light one.

Depp was in a miserable state, and Meng Tao and Director Cohen were no better off.

As if they were drunk, they could not keep their feet planted on the floor, swaying back and forth as though they were about to fall like Depp.

However, Meng Tao had been a martial arts director after all, and his reactions were quicker than those of an ordinary person. He quickly grabbed the dining table bolted to the floor and managed to steady himself.

Director Cohen beside him did not react nearly as quickly. He staggered violently and was just about to fall into the dining cabinet like Depp had.

For a little old man nearing sixty, his body was nowhere near as sturdy as a young person's. If he smashed into it headfirst, the consequences could be serious.

At that moment, Lin Yuan shot out his right hand like lightning, firmly grabbed Director Cohen's arm, and pulled him over to the dining table.

"Director, hold on to the table!" Lin Yuan shouted.

Director Cohen instinctively wrapped his arms around the dining table and steadied himself.

"Director, are you all right?" Lin Yuan asked.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Good thing you were here. If I'd hit the cabinet or the table just now, I might've cracked my head open." Director Cohen answered.

"I nearly hit it too. Luckily, I grabbed the table in time," Meng Tao said.

Depp, still lying on the floor, was practically in tears. Why was he always the one getting hurt?

"Lin Yuan, couldn't you protect me