Zhang Xiaoshan calmly said.
"This is self-defense."
"What are you doing?"
Suddenly, his gaze fell on Wu Yong crouched in the ditch, who was sneakily making a call on his cellphone.
"Brother-in-law, come quickly, save me!"
Upon realizing he had been spotted by Zhang Xiaoshan, Wu Yong immediately began screaming into the phone.
"What are you doing?"
Zhang Xiaoshan quickly walked up to Wu Yong.
"I, I, I didn't do anything," Wu Yong stammered, shivering with fear yet still trying to talk his way out of it.
"Stretch your hands out."
Zhang Xiaoshan rebuked Wu Yong.
Wu Yong shook his head repeatedly.
"I truly did nothing."
Zhang Xiaoshan, without any superfluous words, raised his hand and delivered a hefty slap across Wu Yong's face, which made Wu Yong see stars.
Zhang Xiaoshan was about to raise his hand to deliver another slap, but Wu Yong had already cowered.
"Stop, stop, don't hit me again."
He pulled his hand from behind his back, still clutching a cellphone.
