Wang Xiaoqiang, who had originally closed his eyes, opened them again. He did not know what picking up the soap meant, and even less that these people were gay. Catching their lascivious stares, he vaguely guessed what was going on and said, "Scram, or I'll make you wish you were dead."
A group of gays, the dregs of society living at its lowest rung, who didn't understand Chinese, thought Wang Xiaoqiang was just putting up a weak resistance. They swarmed him like flies, lunging toward him.
A look of disgust flashed across Wang Xiaoqiang's face, and he waved his right hand.
Boom!
The group of gays was sent flying, crashing into the prison walls like clods of mud, tumbling down in a heap.
Though none were dead, severe injuries were inevitable, and they soon lacked even the strength to get up.
The guard at the prison window, upon seeing this, was so shocked his eyeballs nearly popped out. It looked just like something out of a movie.
