The short man was stunned, his eyes meeting Wang Qiang's gaze from below. The towering figure, standing at 1.8 meters, loomed over him like Mount Tai.
He was somewhat intimidated by Wang Qiang's stare, as the pair of blood-red eyes seemed like a ferocious beast from Hell, ready to break through its cage and devour him whole.
Thus, under the threat of this lethal aura, the fear within the short man gained the upper hand. Losing his rationality, he panic-strickenly swung his left fist again, aiming a punch at the man's face.
"Smack!" At such a close distance, the fist landed squarely on the man's cheek. The short man even felt an intense pain in his knuckles, which only showed how terrifyingly powerful his strike was, born out of fear.
But to the short man's surprise, even this terrifying attack left Wang Qiang unmoved, standing as still as ever, his chiseled face maintaining a grim air.
"You fucking bastard!" Smack!
"Trying to scare me?!" Smack!
