Qian Xiaojia had a fierce expression on his face, and an intense anger was rising in his heart.
As a somewhat famous second-generation rich in Jizhou.
He had never been publicly humiliated like this.
For him, it was an extreme disgrace.
His two followers behind him also had pale faces, with eyes filled with fear.
They hadn't expected Chen Nan to be so bold as to slap Qian Xiaojia in public.
Chen Nan did not respond to Qian Xiaojia's words, but instead swung his hand, slapping him repeatedly across the face until his cheeks were swollen and blood seeped from the corners of his mouth, only then did he stop.
At this time, a crowd had already gathered around, whispering among themselves, pointing at him.
They believed that his public beating of another person violated the law, and he would definitely be arrested.
On the other hand, the street vendors felt that Chen Nan's actions were thoroughly satisfying and refreshing.
