"I'll give you three minutes. If I'm not satisfied by then, I'll take care of it myself!" Ye Qiu suddenly said lightly.
He's going to take action?
Everyone looked at the metal ball on the ground and was completely dumbfounded.
If he punches a head with that fist, it might not stay intact.
Everyone got anxious and started slapping their own faces hard, and if that didn't work, they'd use their fists.
Basically, they all did whatever it took, hitting their own faces with full force.
In no time, the baldies and his flashy cronies were all bruised and battered, some with faces barely recognizable, one with an eye socket turned out, another with a mouth swollen like a sausage, and yet another with a collapsed nose.
By the time they go home, even their mothers probably wouldn't recognize them.
"Alright, that's enough..." Ye Qiu said.
