"Get lost, get lost, get lost!"
Wang San's mouth was swollen like a sausage, and he glared fiercely at the woman being forced to kneel on the ground.
His lips were too painful, it hurt whenever he spoke, which infuriated him.
Separating his upper and lower lips to create a slit, he spoke in a stuffy voice, "Drag her away. This stinking wench, just seeing her annoys the hell out of me!"
Blood trickled from the corner of the woman's mouth, and a large bruise covered her face. She glared at Wang San with fierce hatred. "Wang, you'll meet a bad end! Men do their deeds, and heaven watches. Sooner or later, you'll be struck down by heavenly thunder!"
"Stinking wench, cursing who!?"
Already in a foul mood, Wang San suddenly pulled her closer and violently slapped her across the face with his large hand.
The woman's face quickly swelled, her lips split open. If she hadn't been restrained, her ferocious demeanor alone looked as though she'd rush forward and bite Wang San to death.
