"Is there something you need?" Herland looked at Huang Ming and his group, a look of confusion in his eyes.
Huang Ming's lackey beckoned Herland with a finger, then said, "Come here."
Herland wasn't afraid and walked straight over to Huang Ming, curiously asking, "Is there something you need?"
"Son of a bitch!" Huang Ming's lackey roared, raising his hand and slapping Herland hard across the face. Everyone was stunned, not expecting Huang Ming's lackey to suddenly hit someone.
Herland had no time to dodge and was hit by the slap, his feet leaving the ground. He was sent flying over a dozen meters before crashing to the ground, rolling a few times before finally stopping, half of his face swollen from the slap.
Elder Peng immediately frowned, looking at Huang Ming and asking, "Young Master Huang, what do you mean by this? Why hit someone?"
Huang Ming, arms crossed, maintained an arrogant posture, ignoring Elder Peng without saying a word.
