The crisp sound of a slap rang out, leaving everyone stunned.
They turned their gaze to Qin Hao, seeing an innocent-looking face.
Qin Hao shook his hand, speaking with a speechless expression: "Sorry, it's the first time I've heard such a shameless request, couldn't hold back for a moment. Does your face hurt?"
He looked apologetic, even blowing on his hand.
Tian Cang, initially with a livid face, couldn't help but smile.
Mo Hua's face was twitching from the pain.
Half of his face was swollen; how could it not hurt?
Upon hearing Qin Hao's question, his anger surged up instantly.
"What are you all standing around for? Didn't you see I've been hit? Get rid of him for me."
Mo Hua shouted in fury, but he himself retreated.
If it wasn't necessary to fight, he'd rather not face off himself and leave it to his subordinates.
Qin Hao was taken aback; he originally thought Mo Hua would make a move himself and was ready to teach the opponent a lesson.
