At the moment the man's body was about to collide with Liu Hun, Liu Hun suddenly lifted his knee and struck the man's abdomen fiercely.
Feeling the intense pain coming from his abdomen, the middle-aged man instinctively curled up, but before he could react, Liu Hun followed up with an elbow strike to his chest.
The next moment, Liu Hun let go, and in an instant, the man's body flew backward and slammed heavily onto a table in the conference room.
"Crack!" A crisp sound rang out. The middle-aged man's body smashed the solid wood table into pieces without any suspense.
Watching the middle-aged man slowly struggle to stand up from the wood chips, Liu Hun sighed and said somewhat nostalgically, "You guys should leave now."
"Thank you." Hearing Liu Hun's words, the middle-aged man gently wiped the blood from his lips, showing no hint of hatred. Instead, he responded to Liu Hun with a bit of gratitude.
