Slap, slap, slap, Hao Jian slapped the cigarette guy relentlessly, leaving everyone stunned, wondering how could he be so ruthless and fast, with no chance for anyone to defend. At first, the cigarette guy managed to utter a few words in protest against Hao Jian, but as Hao Jian's actions quickened, he couldn't even speak, and his face burned with pain.
"Smack!" Hao Jian gave another slap, shaking his hand afterward.
"Damn, his face is really thick, my hand hurts like hell. I won't hit anymore!" Hao Jian said.
And immediately, hearing Hao Jian say he wouldn't hit anymore, the cigarette guy showed a hint of joy on his face. After being hit so many times, his face was red beyond recognition, with blood vessels visible. At first, he dared to retort against Hao Jian, but later, he dared not say even an extra word.
