At the moment when Ah Kun raised his baseball bat high and smashed it down, Xiao Qiang reached out and grabbed the bat. It was as if a swiftly moving car had been abruptly braked. As Xiao Qiang grabbed the baseball bat, Ah Kun's movement stopped!
It was as if someone had pressed the pause button. Ah Kun stood dumbfounded with the baseball bat held above his head, with the other end in Xiao Qiang's hand.
Ah Kun gathered his strength, pressing down forcefully, but Xiao Qiang held the bat calmly, his expression still as calm as ever.
"How did he do that?" Someone already showed an expression of disbelief.
In the eyes of these hoodlums, what Xiao Qiang had just done was simply unbelievable. To catch a baseball bat swung at you, how much strength would that require?
