Liu Mang had been supervising Zhou Dexu's face-slapping from the side. After twenty slaps were delivered, he slightly shook his head. "No, those slaps just now weren't loud enough. How about another twenty?"
Zhou Dexu was so terrified he almost wet his pants. Another twenty slaps? Why don't you just kill me?
Seeing Zhou Dexu's miserable state, Luo Jie felt a bit of sympathy, "Maybe we should let it go, Brother Zhou is already like this. Liu Mang, please show some mercy and let him off."
Liu Mang wasn't interested in fussing over someone like Zhou Dexu for too long. After all, wasting time on him wasn't worth it. "For Luo Jie's sake, I'll let you off this once. Now get lost."
Zhou Dexu was overjoyed to finally get away, scrambling to his feet to run.
Liu Mang kicked him, "I said scram, not run. Did you hear me? Who told you to run?"
