"Go to hell!!!" In an instant, abruptly, Yuan Shen cursed furiously and raised his hand to slap Cheeng Bai's face mercilessly.
The strength behind Yuan Shen's slap could only be imagined, and at this moment, because of extreme anger and tension, he hardly held back any force.
That slap was like a high-speed truck rolling over Cheeng Bai's face.
In that split second, Cheeng Bai lost more than ten teeth, his face drenched in blood and swollen beyond recognition; his body flew backward like a straw mannequin, crashing heavily against the wall at the entrance of the VIP conference hall.
Cheeng Bai was nearly knocked out, screaming in pain, much like a pig being slaughtered.
