Did I get knocked down?
Rong Xiujie realized what had happened, but his reaction lagged behind the sensation in his left shoulder by quite a bit. He struggled to get up, but halfway through, the sharp pain in his left shoulder forced him back onto the ground. "It's terrible!" he gritted his teeth and tried again, but the result was the same. "Is the difference really this big?" He adjusted his posture, lying on his back. By now, his forehead was drenched with beads of sweat.
Not far away, a man with a scruffy beard slowly walked toward Rong Xiujie. "You're far worse than those others," he said with a tone of disdain. As he passed a trolley, he grabbed its edge with his left hand and casually lifted it up with one hand.
