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How did Wang Xiaoqiang flick his finger lightly and cause such an effect on the man in the duckbill cap?
All the people were plunged into astonishment. The man in the duckbill cap, consumed by his anger, lost the last bit of his rationality. Pushing through the crowd, he charged furiously towards Wang Xiaoqiang on the steps.
The man in the duckbill cap, standing nearly two meters tall with wide shoulders and a muscular build like a tiger, charged with an intimidating force. But no one stopped him; everyone wanted to see just how capable the new boss was, talking big as he did.
Jiangg Xiaoxin, however, was secretly sweating bullets for Wang Xiaoqiang. She had seen his skills—he was indeed powerful, but that was in China, dealing with three small-time thugs. Now he was overseas, facing a tall and robust American youth.
The difference was significant.
