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Smack!
As soon as Ming Yong finished speaking, his face was suddenly struck by a fiery slap.
Before he could react, another heavy slap landed on his left cheek.
This time, he saw clearly that the person who hit him was none other than that peasant bumpkin cousin.
Enraged, he rolled up his sleeves and bellowed, "Fuck your mother, everyone is fucking laughing at me, get him!"
His roar awakened his subordinates, who quickly approached Mo Han, encircling him.
Mo Han was unfazed, shielding his mother with his hands, he said indifferently, "Mom, go have some tea on the side and take a rest for a while. These guys, I'll deal with them in five seconds."
Five seconds?
Hearing this, Ming Yong's subordinates' faces turned red with anger.
Although we are not formally part of the Martial Alliance, we've learned a few moves following Brother Yong. And now you're saying that so many of us can't last five seconds? Isn't that blatant contempt?
"Take him down!"
