This slap in the face...could it come any faster?
The onlookers were all waiting for the show to start, but the protagonist had barely begun to seek revenge before he was kicked to the ground, paralyzed?
What kind of nonsense is this?
Not only were the bystanders shocked, but even Yao Qing didn't react, along with his group of minions with their dazed expressions.
Xiang Yanghong was so dizzy from the kick that he slammed into a bridge pillar, feeling a tearing pain.
He glared with one eye as he struggled to get up from the ground. The next second, nearly spotless black leather shoes crushed his hand.
Along with the burning embers of cigarette ash, they landed on the back of his hand.
Either out of fear or pain, his face turned pale instantaneously, and his whole being was immersed in extreme terror. It was as if he were trapped in a nightmarish memory, his eyes unfocused.
Gu Qing leaned against a bridge pillar, touching Yao Qing's shoulder with her hand.
