Jiang Chen behaved like a king who controlled life and destiny itself as he gave out orders.
Slap…… slap……
Zhou Bei Zhen followed Jiang Chen’s orders, he didn’t show any mercy either. He slapped with both of his palms, creating a crystal clear slapping sound. In just a short amount of time, the old man’s face had swollen up to the size of a pig’s head, and a few teeth had fallen out. The old man tried to speak, but he couldn’t.
All the people around were shivering, they looked at Jiang Chen as if they were looking at a demon lord.