SLAP!
A crisp slapping sound echoed through the living room as Lin Kuang sent Wang Ya Hao flying with a fierce strike, slamming him hard onto the ground. A mouthful of blood sprayed from his mouth, along with two of his back molars. His left cheek bore five clear, crimson fingerprints, a testament to the ferocity of Lin Kuang's blow.
That single slap had completely stunned Wang Ya Hao, leaving him utterly bewildered. He never imagined Lin Kuang would be so "unreasonable" as to resort to direct violence. Even more shocking was the audacity of it all—to be beaten in his own home was simply unbelievable.
