When Qiao Zifeng finally saw Wang Dadong enraged, a hint of joy appeared on his face, although his mouth continued to spew hatred incessantly.
"Trash, garbage, I could crush you with one hand…ugh..."
Suddenly, the cursing voice of Qiao Zifeng stopped abruptly. Then, his face underwent a violent deformation. Teeth and blood sprayed from his mouth, and then, his body was hurled out.
Qiao Zifeng's body spun 720 degrees in the air before finally crashing into the crowd.
Then, the mall returned to complete silence.
"What? Qiao Zifeng was instantly killed?"
"Impossible, right? I heard he was a Black Belt eighth degree!"
"My god, is that even possible? It turns out this guy was playing the pig to eat the tiger!"
It was a few minutes later before people finally came to their senses.
In their eyes, the script should not have unfolded this way; it should have been the little security guard who was blown away.
But in reality, it was the hate-spewing Qiao Zifeng who had fallen.
