"Still playing tough, you fucking brat!" Captain Zhang roared angrily, raising his hand and fiercely slapping Zhou Biao across the face. The heavy blow landed on Zhou Biao's cheek.
"Smack!" The crisp and loud sound echoed around, and Zhou Biao's cellphone was slapped out of his hand, flying off and dropping to the ground. Captain Zhang, a Martial Artist in the later stages of Inner Strength, possessed immense power. His slap sent Zhou Biao crashing to the ground, inflating half of his face into a swollen mess. The man was in utter disarray.
"You little bastard, putting on airs in front of me. You trash think you deserve to know our young master?" Captain Zhang was incredibly arrogant, then he coldly turned his gaze to Ye Feng, "Scum, I'm giving you a chance now. Kneel, beg for mercy, and record a new video apologizing to my brother, clarifying that he was framed. If you do that, I'll let you off with just a beating today!"
