Carol was stunned.
He touched his burning face, unable to come to his senses for a while.
He never imagined that back in the United States, where he was domineering and prosperous, no one dared provoke him. How was it that as soon as he arrived in Vietnam, he was slapped?
F*ck, who on earth is so bold?
The anger in Carol's heart surged like a flame. He turned his head sharply and looked over, instantly seeing a woman standing there, dressed rather provocatively.
It was none other than Wakana, the leader of Shamora.
Upon seeing Wakana, Carol's eyes widened sharply.
He was captivated!
The woman before him, though not as young as the girl beside her, was stunningly beautiful.
Moreover, she had an incredibly alluring femininity.
The fragrance emanating from her was enough to attract any man.
"Who... Who are you?" Carol examined Wakana carefully, eyes fixed intently on her, as if trying to see through her clothes.
"I'm her elder sister," Wakana replied blandly.
