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Seeing this scene, the remaining hooligans no longer hesitated. One slapped after another without holding back, and no one showed any mercy.

The onlookers exchanged puzzled looks, not understanding why these hooligans, who feared neither heaven nor earth and were accustomed to wreaking havoc, were now involved in such a dramatic spectacle.

Soon, all the hooligans had returned to normal except for Feng San, who, even after a dozen or so slaps, was still laughing uncontrollably.

His underlings rubbed their hands together, rolled up their sleeves, and, with left and right hands, gave him dozens more fierce slaps before the laughter finally stopped.

But by now, Feng San's face was swollen and red, beaten to the point of resembling a pig's head.

"Huff~! Huff!" He gasped for air, feeling numbness all over his face.

"Brother, you're finally okay!" The hooligans' eyes were filled with surprise. After so many slaps, their hands were starting to hurt.