"Slap!"
"Slap!"
"..."
The crisp sound of slapping suddenly echoed through the peaceful street, causing some passersby to feel surprised. However, when they saw a man in his thirties frantically slapping a man in his twenties, they also showed strange expressions. After watching for a while and seeing nothing worth seeing, they left.
But at this moment, Cao Zhile was stunned by the unexpected slap. What was going on with this guy?! He dared to hit him?!
"Bas... Bastard... Bastard!"
The slap landed, causing Cao Zhile's voice to tremble, but he finally managed to say complete words: "Stop it right now!"
"Oh?"
Upon hearing this, the Prophet chuckled, then his gaze turned cold. The power in the slap increased, and the speed quickened too, directly causing Cao Zhile's cheeks to swell high.
"Haha, how does it feel? Turning you into a fat pig is helping you gain some meat; your face is too slender. No need to thank me, it's what I should do."
