And he, Sheng Jing, swinging his fists, was nothing but a pathetic jester?
Sheng Jing couldn't understand and was even more infuriated.
In a fit of rage, he strode over to the control panel of the cutting machine, shoved aside the trembling hulk of a man who was watching Bai Cheng'an's reaction, took hold of the cutting machine's handle, and forcefully pressed it down.
The white light that had been revolving above Bai Cheng'an's head, like a bolt of lightning, sped towards his handsome face at a velocity indiscernible to the average human eye.
Qian Sisi, terrified, closed her eyes, her legs went weak, unable to bear the sight, her screams muffled by the cloth in her mouth, her throat hoarse and bitter with pain.
The burly men around were also startled by Sheng Jing's sudden action; some turned their backs, and some averted their eyes—
