A slap, loud and fierce.
Mo Jiwu's whole body almost spun in a full circle.
When he stopped and steadied himself, his face was already marked with a big, blood-red handprint.
Blood also seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Mo Jiwu covered the corner of his mouth, not daring to make a sound, and once again lowered his head to step forward, standing before Brother Kuun.
"Kuun... Brother Kuun..."
Bowing respectfully, Mo Jiwu continued with a muffled voice, "This... this is all a misunderstanding!"
"Wait!"
But Brother Kuun interrupted Mo Jiwu, turning his head to look at the other side of the latter's face, furrowing his brows, and shook his head, "Good things come in pairs, otherwise it wouldn't be good!"
Smack~
Brother Kuun slapped Mo Jiwu's face again, with no less force than the previous slap.
Instantly.
Mo Jiwu's face was blood-red on both sides, gradually swelling to resemble a pig's head.
