Grabbing the red sides of his face that sting like a bitch, Carl gritted his teeth, and words escaped his mouth one at a time. "Y-you… dare?! Do you know who I am?!"
Roy seemed indifferent to his heart. "No, I don't, and honestly, even if I did, I would've still slapped you, silly." Sarcasm came out of his mouth like a waterfall, drenching Carl to the level a wet dog.
"Bullshit. That barely hurt!"
Although he said that, his face was saying something else. Tears were escaping his eyes, and the red and visible palm-shaped mark on his face told everyone that Roy's slap was hurting him like a bitch.
Roy's lips thinned into a murderous smile. "Then I guess… I have to continuously slap you until you go silly."
Roy slapped out with such speed that Carl couldn't even register what happened before it landed on his face.
"Pa!"
