Hei Changxiao still didn't realize his flattery had misfired and further tried to ingratiate himself, "Third Master, I think, we should go down now and give that kid a proper introduction to who's backing the Black Boxing Arena!"
"With your famous name, Third Master, he must have heard of you!"
"Hearing this, he might just get too scared to lift a finger and directly kneel to beg for mercy."
No sooner had his voice fallen than—smack!
Hei Changxiao got a heavy slap across his face.
The slap was even harder than the one Shen Zhou had delivered just now.
Hei Changxiao's body spun half a circle on the spot, then with a thud, he collapsed to the ground, smashing a tea table to pieces.
This slap from Third Master Hei was indeed heavier than Shen Zhou's!
One could tell just by how swollen his cheeks were.
Ouyang Yu gasped and couldn't help but raise his hand to touch his own face.
