"Slap!"
After a loud slap echoed through the air, everyone in Yulan Cosmetics Store was left dumbfounded.
Zhao Xiaoqing was about to instinctively dodge and had already closed her eyes. When the crisp sound of a slap rang out, she felt a burning sensation on her face. However, she soon realized that it was all in her head because she hadn't actually been hit. Opening her eyes, she was also stunned. The madman, who had just swung his hand to slap her, twirled on the ground like a top before thudding onto the floor, his left cheek swollen high with five clear finger marks visible.
