Slapped, flew up, then heavily smashed onto the ground, and finally lost consciousness.
This process took a little over a second.
The time was fast, the scene was vivid, and the sense of shock was immense.
Zhang Beixing's actions were very decisive and neat, without a hint of facial expression, as if he was doing something he was completely accustomed to.
The onlookers were all silently shocked, mouths agape wide enough to fit a light bulb, their jaws almost dropping.
That slap from Zhang Beixing was undeniably heavy.
While the big black guy was spinning fully in the air, that fellow didn't just fall to the ground.
His teeth were also all knocked out.
Dozens of teeth flew in the air, with a few lucky spectators catching his teeth.
Of course, they didn't catch them intentionally; they flew over, and they caught them passively.
"Ah!!!!"
The silence in the carriage was completely broken by a girl's scream.
She was just a passerby.
A traveler returning home.
