After slapping that person away, Yang Yifeng's face was cold as he walked over to another student and did the same, sending him flying with a slap as well.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
At this moment, inside the dissecting room, the sound of slaps was like firecrackers exploding, making all the students feel as if a huge stone was pressing on their hearts. They wanted to run, but the terror of Yang Yifeng was like the air had solidified, and although they tried to step forward, they couldn't move at all.
They had never seen someone so violent in all their years.
Without saying a word, and not even giving others the chance to speak, he would go up and slap someone, directly sending them flying. Luckily, Yang Yifeng didn't hit women, otherwise, these young girls would have had no choice but to fight Yang Yifeng desperately.
By now, the dissecting room was in complete disarray, and the air was filled with the mixed smell of formalin and vomit, making people throw up even more.