The punch came so suddenly that not only the onlookers failed to react, but Qian Shaojun himself was caught off guard.
By the time Qian realized something was wrong and tried to step back, he had already been hit hard on the forehead.
In an instant, Qian felt everything go dark, stumbling back several steps, nearly flying out.
Even so, he spun around, desperately trying to stay upright, but eventually, his legs gave out, and he knelt on the ground.
"Yo, kiddo, it's not even New Year's yet, why are you kneeling down for a red envelope? Grandpa here doesn't have any money for you."
Chen Xiaolong laughed out loud, acting as if nothing had happened.
But in the eyes of the onlookers, this was big trouble.
"Oh my gosh, this kid just hit someone."
"This is someone else's territory, I'm afraid today's incident won't end easily."
"It's fun to hit someone, but you must bear the consequences of your actions; this kid is in a mess."
