Mysterious Expert

"You what?" Mo Wen sneered.

Slap!

Another crisp, slapping sound resonated. Su Boyu's other side of his face had an additional print of a palm. One on the left and one on the right, balancing each other out.

"You will regret… You will surely regret…"

Su Boyu glared at Mo Wen madly, like an injured beast with his eyes full of indignation.

To the sons of influential families, pride had always been the first priority. At this moment, it was even so for Su Boyu. Mo Wen had slapped him in the presence of so many people, leaving him with absolutely no pride at all.

Although, Su Boyu should be considered a somebody. Even though he was given a few slaps, he didn't groan in pain. Instead, his ruthlessness was aroused.

"Indeed, I don't dare to kill you; but did I dare to do anything to you?"