"Pang, what's wrong with you?"
Luo Cheng and Wei Yong saw Pang Renjie's bizarre move, stretching his neck like a duck, and asked in confusion.
"I can't get up."
Pang Renjie's face looked very unpleasant.
No matter how much he tried kicking the ground with his legs, using his waist strength, and lifting his butt, he just couldn't get up.
"Can't get up?"
Luo Cheng and Wei Yong exchanged a glance and were both stunned; what was going on with Pang not being able to get up?
"What are you standing there for? Help
up quickly."
Seeing the two still in a daze, Pang Renjie shouted angrily.
"Yes."
Luo Cheng and Wei Yong hurriedly nodded, each grabbed one of Pang Renjie's arms, and attempted to pull him up.
Together, they gave a strong tug, but instead, the whole chair moved, yet Pang Renjie didn't budge.
"One, two, three!"
Both of them flushed red with effort, using all their strength, and tried pulling Pang Renjie up.
Bam! Bam!
Pang Renjie didn't get up; instead, the two of them pulled so hard that they fell back onto the floor.
The two n in black suits hurried over when they noticed the situation, each grabbing one of Pang Renjie's arms, and tried pulling him up too.
Of course, Pang Renjie was putting in effort too. Otherwise, his arm would have been damaged by the pulling.
But no matter how hard the two n in black flushed red, using every ounce of strength they had, Pang Renjie's butt seed stuck to the chair and wouldn't move an inch.
This scene imdiately drew many people's attention, their gazes as if watching a freak show, all staring at Pang Renjie and the others. Are these guys really acting like this in an airport lounge?
Not far from Pang Renjie and the others, a young mother was holding a three or four-year-old girl, also watching the scene.
"Mommy, mommy, are those uncles playing pull-up-the-radish?"
The little girl, with two pigtails looking all cute and adorable, asked sweetly.
Hearing the little girl's innocent words, people around laughed out loud.
"Mommy, I can sing that song too. Pull-up-the-radish, pull-up-the-radish, hey-yoh, hey-yoh, pull-up-the-radish, hey-yoh, hey-yoh, can't pull it out..."
Seeing everyone around laughing, the little cutie got even more excited, clapping her hands and singing the nursery rhy in a bright voice.
"Pfft."
Listening to the little cutie's song, Pang Renjie, sitting on the chair, almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. Damn, he, Pang Renjie, had never lost face like this before.
"Damn it, it must be that kid playing tricks earlier. He must have sared strong glue on the chair."
Luo Cheng stood up from the ground, furiously looking around for Qin Yang, noticing that this guy was watching with a smile at this mont.
"Was this your doing?"
Long iqing, nearby, also asked with amusent.
"Yes."
Qin Yang smiled and nodded slightly. When he got up earlier, he had used a strong adhesive technique on the chair.
"Bastard, just watch
beat you to death."
Luo Cheng looked furious, his fists cracking, ready to seek out Qin Yang for this.
"Young Luo, don't go yet."
The elderly man in the gray robe, who had been silent, frowned and spoke slowly.
"Mr. Lu, what do you an?"
Luo Cheng paused and looked at the elderly man in gray. Mr. Lu was personally invited by Pang Renjie's father to protect Pang Renjie. Sotis, even Pang Renjie had to listen to him.
"You two useless guys, put in so effort!"
Pang Renjie yelled angrily, with more and more people gathering around. Damn, people from the next waiting hall had co over, and so were even taking photos with their phones. What was this all about?
"Huff, puff..."
The two n in black were panting heavily, using every bit of their strength, causing the entire row of chairs to wobble, yet, unfortunately, Pang Renjie's butt remained firmly attached to the chair as if it had a magnet installed.
"Both of you step aside, I'll do it."
Mr. Lu's face slightly darkened, speaking to the two flushed n in black.
The n in black sighed in relief as if they were saved, and slumped aside.
Mr. Lu, being a late-stage yellow tier ancient martial artist, was no ordinary person. He channeled inner power into his palms and placed them on Pang Renjie's waist.
"Get up for !"
Mr. Lu's voice rumbled as he drew power from his dantian, pulling Pang Renjie up by the waist. The strength of an ancient martial artist, enhanced by inner power, was far greater than the two n in black from before.
Tear!
A clear ripping sound echoed in the hall as Pang Renjie finally detached from the chair.
However, his pants at the back ripped open, with strips of cloth hanging down, exposing most of his butt.
This scene left everyone dumbfounded; what on earth was happening here?
"Hahahaha..."
"That guy is so vulgar, wearing red..."
"..."
Soone in the hall started laughing, followed by a wave of laughter.
"Mommy, look, that uncle is wearing the sa color undies as Nuonuo."
In the crowd, the little cutie clapped her hands excitedly, as if soone wearing the sa color undies as hers was sothing to be proud of.
Pang Renjie's face turned bright red; could he say that this year was his zodiac year? Could he say he wore it for his dad's smooth travels?
"Bastard."
Pang Renjie gritted his teeth angrily, veins bulging on his forehead. When had he ever lost face like this?
A man in black next to him quickly took off his coat and wrapped the black suit jacket around Pang Renjie's butt.
"Mr. Lu, please do
a favor and strip him. I want him to experience the crowd's attention in the waiting hall too."
Pang Renjie said angrily to Mr. Lu.
Mr. Lu's expression beca slightly serious. He glanced in Qin Yang's direction, then slowly shook his head.
"Why, Mr. Lu?!"
Pang Renjie shouted in disbelief, asking incredulously. Mr. Lu's n had even killed people before, so stripping that kid shouldn't be a big deal.
"Young Master, that young man isn't simple; I feel a sense of danger from him."
Mr. Lu pondered for a mont and said softly.
"Is he also an ancient martial artist?"
Pang Renjie raised an eyebrow, surprised.
"He should be, but I didn't sense any inner power fluctuations from him."
"Maybe he has a high level of breath-holding skill that conceals his inner power fluctuations, or maybe his strength is far beyond mine, so I couldn't sense it."
With a serious expression, Mr. Lu said.
"No way, even if that guy is an ancient martial artist, so what? He's young; he might just be an entry-level one. Mr. Lu, can't you handle him?!"
Suppressing his anger, Pang Renjie whispered angrily; losing face like this couldn't just go unrecovered.
"Young Master, he's definitely not an entry-level ancient martial artist; I can discern that much."
Mr. Lu shook his head firmly; he felt threatened, so how could it possibly be an entry-level junior?
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