Cold flashes danced in Lionel Yeager's eyes as he barked, "Don't take my patience for granted!"
Frances Hans remained chirpily arrogant, void of fear, "Pay up now; otherwise my associates will deal with you!"
"Pay my ass!"
No longer able to control his rage, Lionel lashed out at Frances directly with a slap across her face.
"Ah!"
Frances cried out in agony, being thrown several feet back and crashing onto the ground, her face immediately swelling on one side.
"Good job!"
"Such a shameless woman deserves to be hit!"
Those spectating the scene cheered in unison, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction.
"You rotten bastard! Son of a bitch! You dare to hit me!"
Frances, with her face covered, screamed as she climbed up.
Lionel Yeager coldly stared at Frances, "So what if I hit you, you're the kind who needs to be taught a lesson!"
Frances snarled menacingly, "If you have the guts, stay right where you are and don't run!"
