Lin Hao had to be looked up to, yet he was not even given a glance, let alone caring about what Lin Hao said, and he continued smoking.
Deeply inhaling a breath of smoke, he slowly said: "Kid, based on you..."
"Slap!"
Before the man could finish speaking, Lin Hao had already made his move, slapping him across the face:
"Time's up, you have no right to speak!"
"You dare..."
"Slap!"
The man with the beard tried to say something else, but Lin Hao backhanded him another slap.
A resounding and crisp slap, an unstoppable force emerged, striking the bearded man's face.
His face was deformed, directly slapped away, along with the armchair, both tumbling onto the floor.
The cigarette in his hand hit the ground first, then, his face landed right on it, sizzling painfully, turning his expression ghastly pale.
Instinctively, he tried to move his face away, but at that moment, Lin Hao's foot came down, stepping on his face.
"Sizzle!"
