The youth was utterly horrified when he saw his fist firmly gripped by Li Xiaoqiang, knowing full well the strength behind his punch. He never expected the other to casually seize his fist like that.
It was as if it had been clamped by a tiger's vise, immovable. He hadn't foreseen that the man before him would possess such immense strength.
Instantly, he lunged another fist toward Li Xiaoqiang, but at that moment, Li Xiaoqiang caught the fist and twisted it downward, causing a snapping sound. Immediately, a scream of pain erupted from the youth as Li Xiaoqiang stood up and drove his other fist into the youth's chest.
Suddenly, his body arched and flew out along the corridor.
In a blink, he crashed into the driver's cab glass window, shattering it with a crack, his body soaring through the broken glass.
A muffled thump echoed in the distance as his body rolled far away, its final stopping point unknown.
