The people standing behind him were all stunned.
The speed and force of his strike were completely beyond their understanding.
A boy holding a tennis racket, the same one who had used it to hit Qin Xiaoshuang's back earlier, watched as Qin Xin slowly turned around and walked towards him.
He felt an inexplicable pressure!
In the next second, he saw Qin Xin lift a trolley!
In the next moment, he saw Qin Xin swing the trolley, just like they swung their rackets, easily towards him.
God, what's this ugly freak up to?
"Slap——!"
He finally understood what it felt like when Brother Feng got slapped earlier.
Turns out it was a slap with the iron panel of the trolley!
Another person couldn't stand up and could only crawl around on the ground looking for his teeth.
Then, the third one, the fourth one...
And Qin Xin, holding the handle of the trolley, smiled slightly: "Just as you wished, satisfied?"
The crowd was breathless: "..."
