At this moment, she even felt as if her hand was being grasped by a bear...
And the next second, in front of her, Spencer also raised her right hand high.
The raised hand cast a palm-shaped shadow over Park Shuwen's pale face, whose height reached only Spencer's chest...
"Wait... wait a moment..."
Park Shuwen already sensed trouble and instinctively began to plead for mercy.
"Huh!"
But the next second, Spencer's right hand had already brought a gust of wind, fiercely smashing into her cheek.
"Bang!"
After the explosive sound, Park Shuwen's left face was deformed. She toppled backwards while spinning around twice and finally fell to the ground, sprawling out.
"...Sh... Shuwen... are you okay?"
But Park Shuwen didn't move, seemingly sleeping soundly on the bathroom floor.
An Le didn't dare cry anymore; the sight of Spencer in front of her was like seeing something out of an urban legend that could stop a child's night crying.
