This was the first time she had seen Wu Shi take action.
She hadn't expected his martial power value to be so strong.
Even though she was close to him, she could only see a blur of movement.
Lun Shaochen roared, "Who dares to hit me?"
The crowd merely watched the spectacle, not wanting to get involved.
Causing trouble at the Su Family's once-in-decades banquet—were they tired of living?
When no one responded, Lun Shaochen pointed at Wu Shi, who was standing beside Fu Bing.
"Was it you? You're ugly and still dare to show your face and embarrass yourself!"
Wu Shi raised his hand and, with swift precision, slapped him again.
This time, it was the right cheek.
Now both sides were perfectly symmetrical.
Lun Shaochen was in so much pain he couldn't even manage a curse.
After striking him, Wu Shi calmly lowered his head and typed something on his phone.
Then, he showed the screen to Lun Shaochen.
"You asked for it."
"Fuck your mother!"
