Xiao Zheng had been irritated with Hua Youwei from the moment he entered the room. Now, as Hua Youwei continued to provoke him like a clown, Xiao Zheng's displeasure only grew.
The Evil God was not someone to be trifled with lightly, and Hua Youwei would naturally have to pay the price.
Xiao Zheng's expression was icy as he stepped forward with lightning speed and grabbed Hua Youwei by the collar, hoisting him up before slapping him across the face several times.
Slap slap slap!
The sound was crisp and clear.
Everyone in the room was stunned by this scene, Hua Youwei included. He hadn't expected Xiao Zheng to actually strike him!
After recovering from his shock, Hua Youwei felt a fierce pain on his cheek and involuntarily let out a wail of agony.
"Hmph."
Xiao Zheng snorted coldly and threw Hua Youwei to the ground.
Hua Youwei hit the floor, clutching his throbbing cheek and cried out in pain. He looked up, only to find all eyes in the room fixed upon him.
