Even the person involved, the drunkard who had been scared enough to nearly pee himself just moments ago, was somewhat befuddled when he heard Xiao Yi's words. His eyes showed a hint of disbelief. When Xiao Yi had slapped him, it felt as if a mosquito had bitten his face—a sensation that was slightly itchy, slightly painful but ultimately negligible to him.
His mind was still thinking, 'This pretty boy's hand is really different, so white, so smooth, and it even feels strange when it hits my face.'
Is that really it? Is this how he teaches a lesson?
Just to scare me?
"Boss, that's it?"
Fatty Tang was the first to recover, looking at Xiao Yi with astonishment.
"Thank you, Brother, ah no, I mean, Boss, thank you for showing mercy!"
Hearing Fatty Tang's voice, the drunkard finally snapped back to reality, rapidly bowed continuously to Xiao Yi, and then hurried toward the exit.
