Zhang Di had used a lot of force, and along with a crisp sound, five extremely distinct finger marks gradually appeared on his face.
"Smack smack smack smack——"
The lackeys who came with Zhang Di were very clever. Seeing him slap his own face, they didn't hesitate at all. They quickly raised their hands and vigorously slapped their own cheeks, as if they were afraid Qianfan couldn't hear them.
Although it was painful, these lackeys didn't want to become Qianfan's punching bags.
With Qianfan's strength—the kind that could shatter wooden posts with a single punch—he could easily turn them into vegetables, if not send them straight to meet Lord Yama.
The sight of a group of people slapping their own faces was quite comical.
But Chu Mingyue was utterly shocked, completely dumbfounded.
Zheng Tianhua, Wang Wu, and Li Wei were also completely baffled.
What exactly had happened?
