He screamed in agony as he spat out two blood-stained teeth into the air and was thrown out again, smashing the second table into smithereens!
Shen Zhou strode over once more, just like before, and hoisted him up.
"Are you standing properly now?"
The same four words were asked again.
Accompanied by that smile, but like a demon, it made Zheng Haiyang shudder violently.
He yelled in pain, "You… what do you want to do? You… what else do you want to do?!"
"It seems you are standing properly now."
Shen Zhou nodded in satisfaction.
Slap!!
The third slap!!
The third table also shattered!!
Shen Zhou's three slaps all landed on the same side of the face.
Zheng Haiyang's cheek was now split open, blood streaming freely!
He couldn't get up, his consciousness was even fuzzy, continuously convulsing, mumbling, "I… I can't stand up anymore, I'm not standing properly, don't… don't come any closer…"
"I beg you, if you keep hitting, this… this will be the death of someone!!"
