Long San was completely stunned. He'd come out today leading a whole bunch of guys, all hyped up and aggressive, planning to teach Baldy a lesson and make an example out of him, so all the other small gangs would be scared. But he never expected that Baldy didn't even get touched, and instead he himself got slapped twice in the face by some punk kid.
If it were any other time, he could've just brushed it off, at worst beat that punk so hard he'd start doubting life. But this time was different. When Hao Jian slapped him, it wasn't just someone watching, it was a whole crowd. Baldy's dozen or so guys were watching, and his own twenty or thirty men were also watching.
