THUD, THUD, THUD.
Mu Qiuyue staggered a few steps, her face swollen and red, her hair disheveled—gone was any trace of her previous arrogance. The searing pain on her face felt like it was boring straight into her skull.
It took her a long moment to come to her senses, after which she lifted her bloodshot eyes and glared at Chen Yang with deadly intent.
"You damn bastard! How dare you lay a hand on my daughter?" Qiao Yun, who had just scrambled up from the ground, was instantly infuriated. First he attacks me, and now he publicly slaps my daughter? Hah… What an arrogant, clueless mongrel!
"You—you've caused a huge disaster!" Qiao Yun charged forward a few steps, pointing at Chen Yang and bellowing, "I command you to kneel immediately!"
"Still deluded enough to be giving orders at a time like this?" Chen Yang shook his head helplessly. Do these so-called great families really think a little power lets them look down on the rest of the world? Such frogs in a well.
