In the instant the silver needle pierced him, Feng Xiyang's legs buckled uncontrollably to the ground.
His body, weighing more than 150 pounds, knelt directly onto the concrete surface, the force on his knees, as one might imagine, was immense.
A cracking sound was heard, like something had shattered.
Feng Xiyang's expression immediately turned painful: "Qin Chuan, you bastard, dare you strike at me?"
"Don't say it like that, weren't you the one who wanted to kneel? If you don't believe me, go check the surveillance footage?" Qin Chuan flashed a harmless smile.
With his technique, coupled with the tiny silver needle, the surveillance couldn't capture it.
He could even use Spiritual Power to silently retract the silver needle at any moment.
With this approach, even if Feng Xiyang reported to the police and pulled his connections, they couldn't charge him.
"You!"
Feng Xiyang gritted his teeth in anger.
He never expected Qin Chuan would dare to act against him.
