As the second slap descended, Gao Yang instinctively shrank his neck, as if the slap was on his own face, and it looked painful just to watch.

The scene fell silent for two seconds.

Wang Zikai, touching his reddened face, slowly straightened his head, the anger in his eyes enough to kill a bull: "Chubby Jun, you've got guts!"

"Brother Kai! It wasn't..."