"Don't, don't, please don't hit me in the face..."
Liu Feng covered his face in fright and squatted on the ground.
This was a trauma caused by being hit.
Yet Su Fan's hand went back into his pocket.
Just kidding.
"Hahaha..."
"Liu Feng is such a coward."
"What an embarrassment."
The crowd burst into laughter.
Crouching on the ground, Liu Feng's face turned red with shame as he stood up and said angrily.
"Stinky, stinky brat, you, don't get cocky, you'll, you'll get yours..."
"Smack."
Before Liu Feng could finish his words, a hard slap landed on his face, sending him back sitting on the ground with a thud.
"Ouch, my face, I'm bleeding from the nose, I'm bleeding from my nose, Su Fan, you, you son of a bitch."
Liu Feng looked like a wronged baby.
That was a surprise counterattack.
"I already made it clear I was going to hit you, yet you still didn't know how to dodge, I think your brain must be underdeveloped, you moron?"
Su Fan gave Liu Feng a cold look.
