"Slap!"
"Slap!"
The fellow was slapped seven or eight times in a row before the crisp yet frightening sound finally stopped.
His lean face was now massively swollen and covered with purple veins. With the swelling taking up most of his face, his nose seemed exceptionally protruding and his eyes squeezed to tiny slits; he was now a perfect imitation of a pighead.
Crumpling onto his chair, the man was as much in pain as he was baffled. Despite his low grunts, he dared not—and could not even if he wanted to—utter a single word.
"..."
The fellow had always left a poor impression on those in his circle and was never a popular figure. Now that his ass was being kicked, the rest of the group all watched him with strange looks on their faces—they were even secretly expecting the show to go on.
"Pop!"
