Plop!
As Chang Wenzhu collapsed to his knees, cold sweat broke out on his forehead and back.
He hung his head low, eyes darting about, not daring to look directly at the person before him.
Witnessing this scene, the expressions of the onlookers varied.
Wang Chen and Qiao among others found it quite amusing.
While Qiao and Chang Wenzhu's subordinates were utterly confounded.
Chang Wenzhu was a robust man; although he had put on some weight over the years, he had spent many years toiling at the bottom rungs of construction sites.
With his physical strength, let alone a slap, even suddenly lifting something over a hundred pounds wouldn't have brought him down.
But now, how had this middle-aged man's light tap brought him to his knees?
Qiao thought, surely it was because Chang Wenzhu was caught off guard and that's why he fell so suddenly.
