"Slap! Slap! Slap—"
In the depths of the woods, a series of loud slaps rang out.
Xia Xin and Fu'er hadn't even had time to react when they saw Jiangli bring down both hands, left and right, turning the man's head into a spinning drum oscillating non-stop, and rendered him dizzy.
However, as soon as Jiangli slapped him with the left hand, she immediately grabbed him with the right.
When she slapped with the right hand, she used the left to catch him.
The swapping of her hands was so quick and smooth that he had no chance to struggle or escape.
He just stood there, like a mannequin, continually being slapped dozens of times until his entire face truly resembled that of a pig's head, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth and under his nose.
"Still don't want to answer my question?"
After a sequence of slaps, Jiangli finally stopped and took a breath before asking.
