"Damn it!"
At this moment, Shen Yuancheng was both furious and angry, seeing this young journalist acting so arrogantly, directly shoving the microphone over, he immediately slapped him across the face.
"Ow."
A scream that seemed to shake the heavens suddenly came from the young journalist's mouth, and then he flew horizontally away, crashing into the crowd and landing heavily on the ground.
His body kept twitching, and blood gushed crazily from the corner of his mouth.
"What the hell?"
Shen Yuancheng was dumbfounded.
What was going on?
He couldn't quite believe it, looking at his own hand. Since when did he have such strength? A single slap could send someone flying, even making them cough up blood?
"Mr. Shen, you actually hit someone."
"We journalists may be small figures, but even small figures have dignity."
"You're so despicable."
