Smack!
Smack, smack!
Smack, smack, smack!
Why were a dozen burly men slapping each other inside a restaurant?
Was this a distortion of human nature or a collapse of morality?
Since someone had come looking for trouble, quite a few people had already been quietly watching. When they saw the dozen burly men pair off and slap each other, they whipped out their phones in astonishment to record this wondrous moment.
"Xiao Ye, maybe... maybe we should let it go."
When they had falsely accused her earlier, Liu Ruxin had wanted nothing more than to give these men a good thrashing.
But...
Now that her son had stood up for her, she watched the burly men slap each other until their cheeks swelled and blood trickled from the corners of their mouths.
Liu Ruxin began to soften.
It looked... really painful.
"Since you're asking me to spare them, Mom, I'll let it go for now."
Su Ye withdrew the mental power controlling them.
The slapping petered out.
Well...
Two of the burly men, perhaps carried away by momentum, kept exchanging several more slaps before belatedly stopping and glaring daggers at each other.
"Which one of you is in charge?"
Su Ye casually sat down in an armchair and crossed his legs as he asked.
The immense mental power controlling them had dissipated, but none of the men dared to run. They trembled, hunched over with their knees bent, inwardly lamenting their fate.
What rotten luck did they have to casually run into someone this powerful?
At Su Ye's question, the men instinctively turned toward the tallest among them, a burly man with yellow hair.
Huang Mao gave a bitter smile and stepped forward.
"B-big bro... I-I was too blind to recognize your greatness. Please have mercy. We're just a bunch