He yelled out and lunged.
Hua Shao was quick, and his moves were orthodox, charging towards Xiao Qiang like a fierce tiger. But he didn't expect what happened next.
Xiao Qiang didn't even look at him, his right hand suddenly extended, and he slapped him straight away.
A loud slap echoed in the empty air.
Hua Shao's body was thrown seven or eight meters back, hitting the wall brutally. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
The others were filled with righteous indignation and charged again.
Their eyes were bloodshot, completely irrational. Xiao Qiang understood that from the moment he entered, Tang Youyou had laid a slight toxin that could rob people of their sanity.
Otherwise, these people would have abided by the norms of upper society. Regardless of their internal agitation, they wouldn't resort to such violence here.
Moreover, the toxin was colorless and tasteless. It could disappear quickly, leaving no trace even if they went to the hospital later.
