Before long, someone hurried forward and carried the two men away as blood gushed from them.
Whether they lived or died, who knew?
The security personnel—or rather, the mercenaries—fell collectively silent. Most of them were former special forces members who had only recently joined Honey Badger Security Company. They had heard of Zhang Yang, the big boss, but this was their first time seeing him in person.
At that moment, every one of them was stunned beyond words.
What kind of inhuman strength was that?
A two-hundred-pound tire, kicked flying with one blow?
And the tire had not even been standing upright, where it could roll—it had been lying flat on the ground! If that kick landed on a person, tearing them in half from top to bottom would have been effortless.
Everyone present stared at that tall figure, their hearts filled with terror.
At once, no one even dared to breathe.
"Master, this was my failure..." Chris looked frightened as she hurriedly admitted her mistake before Zhang Yang.
"It wasn't your fault." Zhang Yang did not seem to care.
High military aptitude did not necessarily mean high personal character. Especially for special forces soldiers who had spent their lives walking the edge of a knife, it was impossible to expect them to remain rigidly disciplined in their spare time and never crack a joke.
But what they did in private was their own business. Zhang Yang would not interfere.
But daring to act like this in front of him... fine... they had walked right into the line of fire. He could use them to establish his authority.
Yes, establish authority.
There were over a thousand of them—former members of security teams from special forces units around the world. Some were naturally proud and arrogant, and as the security company