In the quiet Lopez family hall.
Only the sound of Jared Lopez continuously slapping his own face remained.
One smack after another.
Growing louder and louder.
"If I discover you're slacking off, then..."
Jennifer Lopez sighed, "Don't blame me for disregarding sibling affection, condemning you to spend your lifetime in a wheelchair."
Having said that, she glanced at Jared Lopez.
The latter trembled, slapping even harder.
His face was already swollen and had started to bleed.
Even Lopez family members could no longer discern Jared Lopez's features.
"I really appreciate the patience of all the relatives and friends, as well as my brothers, sisters, and my father for enduring these few days here."
With a wave of her hand, dozens of the Lopez family's original guards, who had been hidden until now, immediately ran over behind Jennifer Lopez.
Until now, these people had not appeared.
Now it seemed they had likely already turned traitor.
