"Slap!"
The next moment, a dull thud was heard.
Lu Xin's fist didn't hit Tang Rao's chest but was instead blocked by Tang Rao's abruptly stretched out arm.
"You're not..."
"Slap!" Before Lu Xin could finish his sentence, Tang Rao's hand had already struck him.
A loud and crisp slap.
Of course, apart from being loud, it was also forceful.
With just one slap, Lu Xin was knocked down.
Having received the power bestowed by Soros, Lu Xin was as strong as someone in the later stages of enlightenment, yet how could he possibly withstand Tang Rao.
"Did you really think I'd let you take ten hits? Fuck, what's wrong with your brain? With that kind of IQ, you try to seduce women and commit crimes? I've really got to hand it to you!" Tang Rao looked down at Lu Xin on the ground with utter contempt.
After a brief moment of mental explosion, Lu Xin became enraged, his eyes bloodshot with anger.
