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Facing Fang Zheng's words, Smith charged at him without hesitation, swinging his fist toward Fang Zheng's cheek. It was a punch that no ordinary human could react to; if Fang Zheng had been a mere mortal, he would have been knocked down without any chance to retaliate, just like the few "smugglers" before.

However, Smith's punch was never swung.

Rather, at the moment he leaped, Smith's body was frozen in mid-air, still as a paused frame, motionless. Even his clothing and the hem of his pants maintained their previous angles, without the slightest change.

"Sigh... though I anticipated this, as a major BOSS, you're really disappointing me."

Looking at Smith before him, Fang Zheng sighed and then reached out, gently pushing forward.

"Boom!!"