"Slap!"
After a loud slap echoed through the air, everyone in Yulan Costics Store was left dumbfounded.
Zhao Xiaoqing was about to instinctively dodge and had already closed her eyes. When the crisp sound of a slap rang out, she felt a burning sensation on her face. However, she soon realized that it was all in her head because she hadn’t actually been hit. Opening her eyes, she was also stunned. The madman, who had just swung his hand to slap her, twirled on the ground like a top before thudding onto the floor, his left cheek swollen high with five clear finger marks visible.
The madman’s two henchn, along with Jiang Yulan, a few employees, and several custors who stayed to watch the excitent, all witnessed the scene. But what they never dreamt was that although it was the madman who ant to slap Zhao Xiaoqing, it was he who ended up being slapped. As for who had struck the madman, none of them had seen it happen. In a mont, they exchanged bewildered glances, all wearing faces full of shock.
"Who? Who the hell hit ? You’re fucking dead, aren’t you?" the madman howled a few tis, his face twisted ferociously as he scrambled up from the ground. He looked around and finally settled his gaze on Leng Xuan. Was it this kid who had hit him? But that wasn’t right. He was clearly about a ter away; even if the kid was incredible, he couldn’t have co over and slapped him from a ter away without him noticing anything, right? With a puzzled face, he turned to his two henchn and barked, "Damn it! Did you two see who hit just now?"
Looking like a pair of fools, his two henchn exchanged glances and then shook their heads in unison, saying, "Brother Feng, we didn’t see who hit you either."
"You useless trash!" the madman cursed, his eyes nearly shooting fire. He glared at Leng Xuan and said, "Kid, was it you who hit just now?" Although he thought it unlikely that Leng Xuan had hit him, of the few people standing near him, his two henchn clearly wouldn’t hit him, and Jiang Yulan was even less likely to do so. That left Leng Xuan and Zhao Xiaoqing as the only suspicious ones. Since he had been staring at Zhao Xiaoqing while trying to slap her, it was obvious she hadn’t struck out. Excluding them left Leng Xuan as the most likely person.
Zhao Xiaoqing’s expressions changed slightly as she looked at Leng Xuan with a very odd expression. Just when she had closed her eyes, she faintly felt Leng Xuan loosen his grip, and though it was brief, it was during that mont that she heard the loud slap. Seeing Leng Xuan’s indifferent deanor and the way he looked at the madman as if he was looking at an idiot, she had an epiphany and was astonished. She hadn’t expected Leng Xuan, who appeared to be rely a student on the surface, to actually be a master hiding his true skills. She now looked at him with new respect and finally breathed a sigh of relief. With such a skilled person by her side, why should she be afraid of a small thug?
Leng Xuan looked at the madman with undisguised disdain and curled his lips, obviously scoffing, and said, "Are you blind? Who saw hit you?"
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