Boom!

Even though the people around him had retreated tens of meters away, they still felt a violent shock radiating from their feet.

But at this time, no one cared about the shock.

Everyone's eyes widened, including Zhou Xiang, Zhou Tong, the gym owner, the man at the front desk, and several sarcastic members in the martial arts gym... without exception.

They all stared at the center of the hall in disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost.

Amidst everyone's disbelieving looks, Wang Jin slowly stood up.

On the luxurious marble floor, there were countless spider web-like cracks spreading from his feet to all sides.

And in the center of the crack was a figure as motionless as a dead dog.

His entire body was embedded in the floor, like a bug wrapped in amber.

He was motionless and had passed out.

Facing Zhou Xiang's ghostly gaze, Wang Jin slowly smiled, revealing his white teeth.

"I said, a few seconds is enough."

The owner of the museum stared at Uncle Chen who was embedded in the floor like a dead dog. His brain seemed to have shut down and he could hardly accept the scene he saw in front of him.

After a long while, he breathed out heavily.

He finally understood how this boy named Wang Jin had an unpredictable relationship with President Lu.
Chapter completed!