The speed of Michael's slap was so fast that no one could see it clearly. In less than a minute, he had finished 100 slaps.
Even though he showed mercy, Arturo's head was swollen like a pig's head at the moment, with blood gushing out of his seven apertures. However, Arturo did not seem to be in pain at all, as if he had been drugged. Instead, he looked pleasantly surprised.
"I feel as if my mind is clearer than ever. I suddenly feel as if I'm several dozen years younger, like I've returned to that youth era which is full of energy!"
Arturo looked at Michael expectantly, as if hoping that Michael would give him a few more slaps.
"Is it really that amazing? Is this guy playing along with the show?"
A young policewoman looked suspicious.
The middle-aged policeman observed Arturo's expression and said, "I don't think so. Arturo is a famous director internationally, so he has no reason to do this. Is this young man's slap really so magical?"
Michael sneered in his heart.