Slap!
Watching Li Xiaomin, who shamelessly played with five men at the same time, now daring to accuse him, Wei Yang could no longer restrain himself. He fiercely slapped Li Xiaomin across the face.
The slap Wei Yang delivered was full of force, causing Li Xiaomin to spin in place twice upon impact. She subsequently lost her balance and collapsed onto the body of the dead man.
"Lord Wang... Lord Wang, why are you lying here? Dead dead dead dead… dead?"
Li Xiaomin looked at the man she was pressing down upon, desperately trying to rouse him, but discovered there was no response. She then checked his breathing and, realizing he was indeed dead, couldn't help but scream in terror...
"Young Master Yang, Lord Wang... he's dead!"
Li Xiaomin scrambled over to Yang Laosi nearby, shouting in panic.
However, faced with Li Xiaomin's words, Yang Laosi and the other three were unable to provide any response.
They had known he was dead; otherwise, wouldn't they have been scared too?
