Slap!
As her voice faded,
"Yes, miss."
A voice sounded from the crowd, and immediately from the direction of the entrance, a shadow rushed forward.
Slap!
Then, the sound of a slap echoed through the hall.
Lin Zifeng hadn't even had time to react when his cheek received a heavy slap, a burning pain surged, and one side of his face quickly swelled.
He had just opened his mouth when he saw two blood-stained molars 'clink' and fall out, leaving him totally dumbfounded.
Looking up, he noticed out of nowhere a burly man in black standing in front of him, his gaze coldly fixed on him. The indifference and murderous intent in his eyes sent a shiver down his spine, almost to the point of wetting himself.
The sound of this slap was exceptionally loud, silencing the entire hall at once.
The crowd stood tongue-tied, staring at the black-clad bodyguard, hardly knowing when he had appeared there.
