"Wang! Teng!"
Wang Teng had just sat down in his seat when a voice dripping with gritted-teeth hatred came from beside him.
Four murderous gazes instantly landed on Wang Teng.
They belonged to Yue Qiqiao, Leng Qianxue, Rabbit Little Eight, and Situ Wan'er.
They had long since woken up, and the lumps on the backs of their heads had been erased with Primal Force, leaving no trace behind.
But that did nothing to quell their fury!
As goddess-level figures, they had actually been smacked on the backs of their heads with a brick. It was simply unimaginable to them.
When they had woken up earlier and discovered huge, conspicuous lumps on the backs of their heads, they had nearly gone mad.
That had not happened in private, but in front of countless spectators.
They had been struck hard enough to raise lumps on their heads, then dramatically passed out and lost consciousness.
Their images had been utterly ruined!
Whenever they thought of that scene, they felt as if they were about to die a social death.
And Wang Teng was responsible for all of it.
Was this bastard even a man? How could he use such vicious methods against women?
It would have been far better if he had simply killed them.
So, the moment they woke up, they had stormed over to demand an explanation from Wang Teng.
The Second Prince and the others wore strange expressions. They looked at Leng Qianxue and the other three women, then at Wang Teng, and quietly shifted their buttocks away from this terrifying scene.
Even the Imperial Son sensed Killing Intent pervading the surroundings. He felt it would be better to move farther away as well.
So he calmly rose to his feet, walked to the side, and swept his tranquil gaze