Slap, slap, slap.
The force of the face-slapping wasn't heavy, but it was loud.
It carried a great deal of humiliation, yet Gu Changsheng merely gave them a taste of their own medicine.
A Biao was furious, yet he was also afraid.
Having encountered Gu Changsheng before, he knew his own forte of physical combat was no match for Gu Changsheng, which is why he didn't dare to fight back at all now, seething with anger but not daring to speak up, trembling all over with rage, only those dead fish eyes of his radiated with hatred.
Gu Changsheng stopped and walked in nonchalantly, the riders naturally clearing a path for him.
It was only at this point that A Biao shouted furiously, "Gu Changsheng, don't get too smug. I'll teach you how to behave right away… Let's go!"
With that said.
The riders inside the house scattered as if fleeing.
No matter whether they were on A Biao's side or not, they all left.
It wasn't a meal delivery; it was a strike.
