"Run?"
Watching Elder Zhuang flee at full speed, Yang Chen froze for a moment, his expression gradually turning strange.
Fuck, was he really that scary-looking?
Yang Chen looked indifferently at the dumbfounded middle-aged man and said, "Your boss has already run off. What about you?"
The middle-aged man's mouth twitched.
What can I do? It's not like I can drag him back here, is it?
Then he heard Yang Chen muttering to himself.
"Then I might as well drag him back!"
The middle-aged man's eyes flew wide open.
What the fuck.
So his wish could actually come true?
Yang Chen suddenly stretched out an arm. It was as though an invisible force between heaven and earth swept forth, so fast that it reached Elder Zhuang's back in an instant. Then, as if grabbing a little chick, it directly hauled Elder Zhuang back.
The moment Elder Zhuang felt that terrifying force on his back, his face turned ashen.
He knew he could not escape.
If he could still escape from someone like this, then he would not merely be an elder of a second-rate sect.
He would have long since fucking joined a first-rate sect.
What Elder Zhuang did not know was that his colleague had just happened to be wishing for him to be dragged back.
If Elder Zhuang had known what his colleague was thinking, he might have wanted to smack him with a hammer on the spot.
But clearly, Elder Zhuang had no way of knowing what others were thinking.
When the middle-aged man saw Elder Zhuang back at his side, he forced out a dry laugh.
"Elder Zhuang, what a coincidence!"
Elder Zhuang:
For some reason, his teeth hurt a little.
Yang Chen looked teasingly at the two of them, especially Elder Zhuang, and said softly, "Go