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The next moment, everyone only had time to turn their necks, tracing a parabola with their gaze, as they watched helplessly the plastic bag soar through mid-air before plummeting into the deep, deep sea cliff.

Because it was so distant, so deep, and so sudden, they didn't even hear an echo.

The atmosphere grew even more silent.

Zhang Yanping was panicking—what had he done? He hadn't really done anything, right? Just instinctively blocking, lifting, and diverting with his hand, he hadn't put much force into it!

How did he end up sending someone else's belongings flying?

Speaking of which, what was that stuff?

Heavy and round, dozens of them... oh my god, don't tell me this family picked up rocks from the beach!

They must have been planning on hitting someone all along! Too devious!

It even hurt his dark, bruised arm! It's a pity his skin was too dark to show any redness; otherwise, he would definitely know he was injured!