While Zhao Lan was speaking, Chu Feng was already walking toward her. He swung his arm and landed a slap on the woman's face.
Slap!
The sheer loudness was an indication of how painful it was.
Zhao Lan was instantly flung away. Several of her teeth flew out, and she collapsed clumsily on the floor…
Chu Feng flicked his wrist and exhaled slowly. "You don't look like someone who can be reasoned with, so violence will have to do."
The people at the scene were stunned for a few seconds. Then, they began to cheer.
"Way to go! Show that foul-mouthed woman how it's done!"
"Violence might not solve problems, but I'd be d*mned if that woman didn't deserve that slap!"
"How… How dare you hit me?" Zhao Lan struggled to stand up. She covered her swollen cheek and began to yell hysterically, "D*mn you! Don't you know who I am? You're in big trouble now!"
Slap!
Chu Feng responded with another slap on the other cheek. He said coldly, "I don't think I know who you are. Why don't I conduct an experiment on your face? You should be honored!"
Slap!
"This slap is for Meixin. Don't think you can order people around just because your husband is someone important."
Slap!
"This slap is for my daughter and Dou Dou. That's for twisting the truth and not knowing right from wrong."
Slap!
"This slap is for your son. I pity him for having a mother like you."
Slap!
"This slap is for… nothing, actually. I just felt like slapping you."
Chu Feng landed a dozen consecutive slaps on Zhao Lan. Her face was already swollen, and blood oozed out of the corners of her mouth. She fell on the floor pathetically and began to wail.
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