"You said you were going to kill me, right? Show me how!" Qin Hai waited for Zhou Ming to steady himself before throwing another fierce slap across his face.
Bloodied teeth flew out of Zhou Ming's mouth as he groaned incessantly, but it was impossible to make out what he was saying.
Qin Hai never went easy on this kind of scum. He slapped Zhou Ming five or six times in quick succession, the crisp, satisfying sounds delighting Shen Yue'e and Shi Manjun, who were watching from behind.
However, as a result, Zhou Ming's face was so badly deformed that he couldn't even speak clearly, and he probably wouldn't recognize himself in a mirror.
At that moment, a Hummer pulled up to the curb. Three men got out, the leader wearing a black leather jacket adorned with a gold chain and sporting a thick goatee, looking quite fierce.
"What's going on?"
"Brother Kai!"
"Bro Kai!"
"Brother Kai, this kid's got some nerve. He dared to lay hands on us, and we were just sorting him out!"
