Ye Chen's movements were too fast, so fast that Zheng Zeming had no time to react.
He had never imagined that with so many people on his side, Ye Chen would dare to strike him.
Thanks to a powerful father, Zheng Zeming had never suffered such humiliation in his life. He was always the one attacking others, and no one had ever dared to lay a hand on him.
Even those who had contemplated attacking him had been promptly dealt with by his men and sent to the hospital well before they could act.
Today, in front of so many people, he had been slapped in the face by Ye Chen without the ability to fight back, which was an incredible disgrace.
The intense pain from his face and the shame burning in his heart contorted Zheng Zeming's features. Clutching his flaming cheek, he looked at Ye Chen with a ferocious expression and shouted unclearly, "You dare to hit me?"
"Are you nuts? I've already hit you, so why question whether I dare?"