Slap!
But just as his hand rose up, his face already took a hard slap.
Chen Yang's slap was crisp and decisive, delivered without a shred of hesitation.
The scene left almost everyone stunned; as the sound rang out, everyone froze in shock!
Especially Awei, who raised his fist and stood dumbfounded, rooted to the spot.
After two or three seconds of dazed confusion, the fiery sting on his face brought him back to reality.
"You bastard, you're looking for death! Get him! All of you, beat him down!" Awei roared furiously, his eyes filled with rage and bloodshot red.
Awei's lackeys snapped out of their daze upon hearing his roar. Without hesitation, they swarmed towards Chen Yang, ready to gang up on him.
But this kind of fight was completely one-sided.
A group of ordinary street punks thinking their numbers could teach Chen Yang a lesson? That's pure fantasy.
