Guan Yun was stunned, feeling a burning pain on his face as he stared wide-eyed at Amon. Was this thug, whom he had paid, now hitting him?
"You—ah!" Guan Yun was about to curse loudly when Amon raised his hand and slapped him again, showing no mercy as he fiercely slapped Guan Yun's face.
"What do you mean 'you'? Offending Mr. Su, who do you think you are!"
"You're seeking death, I—ah!" Guan Yun tried to curse again, but Amon slapped him once more, nearly loosening his teeth.
Guan Yun was furious, his own hired man, his own paid thug, now slapping him across the face?
"Do you think you're great because you have money? Am I that kind of money-grabbing person?"
Amon was like a madman, wildly slapping Guan Yun's face repeatedly, not only swelling Guan Yun's face tremendously but also numbing his own hand from the pain.
Meanwhile, Su Han sat there with a calm expression, seemingly uninvolved with everything happening before him.