"Fuck you! I'm gonna say it one last time," sneered Li Xiaoliang with disdain as he glanced at Chen Feng. "Leave the girl behind, or I'll let you know why the flowers are so damn red!"
"You little shit, don't court death," Guo Tenglong coldly threatened. "Do you know who the two of us are? Offend us, and you won't have a good outcome!"
"Is that so?" Chen Feng's lips curled into a cold smile, a flash of coldness twinkling in his eyes, as he immediately, without another word, slapped Li Xiaoliang across the face.
"Smack!"
A crisp sound of a slap echoed as a bloody red handprint surfaced on Li Xiaoliang's right cheek.
"Ah!"
Li Xiaoliang instantly clutched his right cheek, screaming miserably.
Guo Tenglong, watching this unfold, was also stunned.
He hadn't expected Chen Feng to actually strike, and to do so with such decisiveness.
