"Slap!"
Suddenly, a loud slap rang out.
Song Peng was utterly baffled, not understanding why, felt a sharp, burning pain on his cheek.
When he looked up, he saw Ye Xuan with a cold expression standing in front of him, his eyes like cold iron hooks glaring angrily at him.
"You, what are you doing?"
Song Peng was completely stunned.
Kong Yu was also taken aback, feeling deeply shaken inside.
When did this guy come up to them?
Moreover, he had slapped Song Peng hard across the face.
It was a clear slap!
"Didn't you want me dead? I'm standing right here in front of you. You can make your move now."
Ye Xuan sneered, traces of mockery flashing in his eyes, completely disregarding Song Peng, and spoke indifferently.
"You!"
A trace of malice flashed across Song Peng's face.
He clenched his right fist but dared not act rashly.
"You son of a bitch!"
Ye Xuan ignored Song Peng, suddenly raised his hand, and slapped Song Peng hard on the other side of his face.
"Slap!"
