When the tip of the knife was closing in, Zhou Qingfeng's left hand was still clutching a burger, and his right hand was gripping a cup of cola, with the straw distorted between his teeth.
Unwilling to let go of any bite, he simply raised his right leg and kicked forward with all his might. In the next second, two screams exploded simultaneously.
The black man clutched his crotch, his face twisted in pain. A crisp cracking sound came from his pelvis as his whole body flew half a meter into the air like a ragdoll and then fell to the ground with a thud.
Zhou Qingfeng wasn't in much better shape. He had yet to fully adapt to his enhanced strength, and his muscles and bones couldn't keep up.
The sheer force was too much for his body to bear. His calf suffered intense pain on the spot, causing him to be unable to put his foot down. He could only hop a few times on one leg, barely supporting himself—it was likely a tibial fracture.
The robbed elderly woman stared in astonishment.
