"Smack!"
The crisp, pleasant sound of a palm colliding with a face spread out.
Jiang Xu had used all his strength in that slap.
The woman in black staggered, nearly toppling to the ground.
Her delicate, fair, and smooth face now bore a deep handprint, which quickly swelled up high.
"You dare hit me?" the woman in black's voice suddenly turned shrill, "You actually dare to hit me, who gave you the audacity!"
Her mind was slightly muddled at the moment, with disbelief being the predominant feeling.
Even after knowing her background, Jiang Xu had dared to lay his hands on her, and in front of so many people, no less.
Had he gone mad?
At that moment, all the bodyguards the woman in black had brought with her were sprawled on the ground.
Face to face with her challenge, Jiang Xu's expression remained ice-cold, offering no response.
Instead, he slapped her again.
Now, her face was symmetrical—the swelling was as high as a pig's head on both sides.
