The entire private dining room fell deathly silent.
The human-shaped crater in the wall, with Ito Makoto embedded inside, his fate unknown, formed an absurd yet stunning picture.
One second, the prodigy from Eastern Japan had been calling himself a god, a king.
The next, a single slap had turned him into a wall decoration.
The contrast was staggering!
The armed bruisers from the Black Dragon Chamber of Commerce were utterly stunned. They even forgot to shoot.
Chen Duo and the other eight heiresses also stared at Yue Xiaofei as though he were a monster, their beautiful eyes wide and their lips parted.
One slap... had sent that devil flying?
It was over, just like that?
"Pfft!"
Someone finally failed to hold back a laugh.
That laugh was like a switch, instantly setting everyone off.
"Hahaha! I'm dying! This is Eastern Japan's once-in-a-century Divine Son? What a joke!"
"I thought he was supposed to be amazing, but he couldn't even last three seconds? All looks and no substance!"
"Divine Son? More like a limp dick! He's worse than the male models at the White Horse Club!"
"He was just bragging about never losing a fight, and what happened? Xiaofei took him out with one slap! He's nothing but an empty suit!"
"..."
The nine heiresses finally relaxed. The joy of surviving their ordeal, mingled with their contempt for Ito Makoto, made them mock him without restraint.
Their fear vanished, leaving only immense satisfaction.
Their laughter, however, finally snapped the dumbstruck gunmen out of their daze.
"Motherfucker! How dare you hurt Young Master Ito!"
The lead bruiser finally reacted, his face twisting with a mixture of terror and madness.
"Open fire! Kill him!"
He roared hysterically!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
In an instant, over a dozen pistols spat furious tongues