"Not enough. Go on. " Huo Bei-cheng's eyes rose a little fierce, his long fingers lifted, and swept across the sky, cold as a meteor.

Pop-Pop-Pop-Pop-Pop!

The terrible slap resounded again in the night!

louder than just now!

Finally, Chen Fengling couldn't stand it: "... No... I dare not... I don't dare anymore... Sorry, I shouldn't go to Xiaoguan today... I'm sorry... I dare not..."

Fok Bei-chen looked at Chen Fengling, who had been slapped half dead by his palm, and then made a gesture to stop the bodyguard. His voice was as cold as a cold winter's day: "Next time, it's not the palm, but the tongue."

Chen Fengling...