Slap! Slap! Slap!
Guo Liang slapped himself in the face with all his might, over and over again.
Soon, his face swelled up and turned red.
Lu Yang narrowed his eyes slightly.
This Guo Liang was quite a character.
Not only could he cower at the slightest sign of trouble, but he could also shamelessly hit his own face without regard for appearance.
Most people wouldn't be able to do something like this.
Such a person would often end up with one of two fates.
The first, he would never dare to provoke you again and would be extremely good at judging the situation.
The second, he would bide his time and not suffer a loss at that moment, only to seek revenge later.
So, which category did Guo Liang fall into?
Lu Yang didn't know.
Nor did he care.
If Guo Liang wanted to play the second game, then when he had accumulated enough strength, Lu Yang could simply kill him off with no difficulty at all.
It wasn't a challenge for Lu Yang.
Soon, a hundred slaps were complete.
