Even when the police charged him with assault on others that morning, he was not so angry. Instead, he calmly worded his defense.
Mo Cheng's handsome face was slapped twice. His head tilted to the side due to inertia before he could even cry out. Red palm prints appeared on each side of his fair cheeks, and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
Accompanied by the pain, he finally reacted. He covered his face with one hand and looked at the person who had hit him. When he opened his mouth, blood flowed out like a spring. Some teeth had been loosened from the beating. At the same time, it tugged at the nerves on his face. It was so painful that he could not make a sound.
Fu Tingyu's voice was as cold as ice. "Who do you think you are? How could you talk to my woman like that?"
If his martial art strength was not too low, he would have been able to move faster and hit harder.
