Zhang Yiyi felt an inexhaustible strength in her hands, slapping the fraudster three or four times before she finally felt a bit relieved.
After enough hitting, when she wanted to let go, she suddenly realized that the tricycle driver's disgusting face seemed to be glued to her hand, not easily shaken off without force.
Feeling curious, she tossed him against the wall along with her hand, and with a "bang", she finally managed to throw him off.
"Ouch, hey, she's beating someone up, she's going to beat someone to death," the fraudster was beaten badly, rolling and crawling on the ground, with blood streaming from his nose and mouth.
Zhang Yiyi also incredulously looked at her own hand, no way, when had she become so strong, beating up a grown man as if pinching a caterpillar.
