"Pa!"
A crisp sound rang out.
Connor didn't use his full strength in this slap, but Peyton still couldn't take it. He took a few steps back and sat on the ground.
"You actually dare to hit Mr. Zook?! Are you tired of living?"
Peyton's friends rushed over after seeing him get beaten up.
These people were all ordinary people. How could they be his match?
Connor had only slapped Peyton once and sent him flying.
Peyton stared at Connor with an angry expression. He knew that this man definitely was skilled. If they continued to fight, he might be the one to suffer.
"I told you that my boyfriend would hit you, but you didn't believe me. Now you're getting beaten up, right?"
Rachel mocked.
Peyton took a deep breath, then gritted his teeth and asked Connor in a low voice, "Brat, do you dare to tell me your name? I must demand an explanation for today's matter!"
