If It Hurts Your Delicate Little Hand, Wouldn't It Be A Waste?

The assassin was just about to proudly reveal to Xiao Yan his extraordinary identity, but he could only watch as Xiao Yan backhandedly delivered another slap to his face.

Xiao Yan's strength was even more terrifying than that of Su Qian's. He hit the assassin until he saw stars. The sharp pain made him cry uncontrollably. He wailed, "No one bullies people like you!"

"Do you see that? If you want to slap him, let me do it. Don't do it yourself." Xiao Yan's expression looked very serious as he said righteously, "Otherwise, these tough guys have thick skin. If it hurts your delicate little hand, wouldn't it be a waste?"

The assassin was so angry that he almost vomited blood!

He thought, "Listen, is this man speaking human language?!"