Yang Yi returned to the cell, and by the time he got back, Zhang Yong was already inside.
Zhang Yong sat on the bed, and when he looked at Yang Yi, his eyes were especially icy cold.
"Brother Yong, what's the matter?"
Zhang Yong took a breath, then slowly said, "So now you can fight ten at a time, huh? Think you're pretty tough?"
"Ah, what's wrong, no..."
Yang Yi was thrown into confusion, he had no idea what Zhang Yong meant by these words.
Zhang Yong stood up, walked up to Yang Yi, and then suddenly made a move, slapping Yang Yi's face with the back of his hand.
With a crisp smack, Yang Yi immediately covered his face and said in utter astonishment, "What are you doing?"
Zhang Yong, with a cold face, said, "Aren't you all tough now? How come you couldn't dodge that?"
"I..."
Another crisp smack, and Yang Yi covered his left cheek.
Yang Yi felt a burning pain on his face.
