One slap after another, the force becoming heavier, as if he were holding a grudge against him.
Soon, LuuYong's face became red and swollen, starting to fill with blood, even swelling to the corner of his eye, half of his face looked like Bajie.
However, Wang Sicong did not say to stop, so he dared not stop. He picked up the other hand and slapped the other half of his face.
Slap slap slap…
The sound of slaps was incessant, making Tong feel frightened, she didn't even dare to breathe.
This was too terrifying, looking at the momentum, it seemed he would slap himself to death alive!
"Alright, stop now." Wang Sicong waved his hand and said with a smile.
These two words were like heavenly music to LuuYong, he quickly stopped this cruel action. But both sides of his face hurt too much, even breathing caused his muscles to twitch in pain.
"Mr. Wang, we're almost there." The driver in front said.
