The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City-Chapter 768: What Do You Think? (Fourth Update)

"Damn it, what the hell is a Flash!?"

"And what the hell is knocking someone down with a slap?"

"Do you really have to be that cruel!?"

"We agreed on front-row seats with seeds and soda, didn’t we?"

"Damn it, we haven’t even finished buying the seeds!"

"Can’t you slow down a bit?"

"Let us munch on some seeds, sip some soda, and enjoy the show, can’t we?"

"In less than a minute, you’ve floored more than ten people, can’t you slow down?"

"Holy shit, who just went to get the seeds and soda? Damn, where are they, hurry up." someone yelled.

"Shit, hurry up, will you? Zhang Fan’s almost done fighting."

"Damn, get it yourself!"

A person arrived at the front with soda, plopped down on the ground, pulled out seeds from his pocket, and watched the scene in front of him with excitement.

Seeing this, a group of diners nearby were utterly flabbergasted!

Damn, these people actually brought out seeds and soda?

Fuck, this...

In the live stream, everyone was speechless.

"Holy fuck, I actually believed this is a live stream, fuck, the guy in the front munching on seeds and soda is so ugly, if this were a movie, it would definitely flop!"

"..."

Meanwhile, Zhang Yuanlin and Xiao Qi were also terrified!

The people Wang Hu brought were floored just like that?

This...

It’s kind of sci-fi!

However, watching this scene, Wang Hu sweat profusely like a waterfall.

Damn, how could this guy be so terrifying!

Watching the group writhing in pain on the ground, his legs started to tremble.

As a bare-knuckle fighter, what’s his best skill?

It’s defensive power!

Without the ability to take a beating, could anyone still stand after a round?

But now, they couldn’t even withstand this kid’s slap?

What kind of terrifying monster is this kid!

"Smack smack smack!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The number of people lying on the ground shot up.

Twenty people, thirty people...

At this moment, the others panicked too.

Seeing their comrades down and not getting up, their entire body’s pores stood on end.

A deep fear took root and sprouted in their hearts!

Even being pinned down by an opponent in the ring never felt this hopeless!

God, is this kid a Demon King!?

Immediately, one person turned around and started running.

"Brother Hu, I quit, I don’t want my salary, I think I’m safer sticking to boxing. Goodbye, don’t contact me."

Hearing this, others quickly reacted, and the next moment, more than ten people who were standing took off running!

They didn’t even have time to say goodbye to Wang Hu.

Shit, if they run slow and get slapped flying into the ground, that would be really bad.

Moreover, they clearly remembered what they had said about that kid and his dad before.

They didn’t think Zhang Fan would show any mercy.

If they lost an arm or a leg, their life would be screwed!

Watching the group flee, everyone was stunned once again.

Damn, they just ran away like that?

And they were scared off?

Fuck, what the hell is going on!

Meanwhile, the men from the slapping group were furiously enraged.

"Damn it, I was just enjoying my seeds, and you fuckers ran off?"

"Damn, come back, let’s go for another three hundred rounds!"

Hearing these shouts, the fleeing group wished they could turn around and kill the shouters.

Malaysia Ringgit, come here if you dare, damn it!

However, just at that moment, a chilling voice stopped everyone in their tracks.

"Who dares to run, I’ll definitely break his legs!"

Zhang Fan said, his eyes cold as he raised his head!

Think you can strut and then run?

Not possible!

Shit, I’m the real Demon King here, I’m the king of face-slapping, alright!

You just strut and run, isn’t this my trademark, do you even qualify?

"Bro, I was forced, I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old daughter who’s still nursing, it’s not easy to make a living, brother!" A man turned around, and immediately his face fell into sorrow.

"Exactly, big brother, my dad was hit by a car last year, he’s still in the hospital, I’m counting on this money to keep him alive!" Another person immediately burst into loud tears.

"Big brother, I was wrong, I’m really wrong, I was drunk tonight, I’ve only just sobered up!" Another man also cried out.

"Bro, I have epilepsy!" Another man said, and quickly laid down on the ground, convulsing all over.

"Huh?"

Watching this scene, Zhang Fan was completely baffled.

Motherfucker? There’s such a play?

Fuck, not mentioning the earlier ones, what the hell are you starring at with your epileptic episode?

Can you act a bit more professional?

Meanwhile, people around were also dazed.

Motherfucker, is this Wang Hu’s security company?

Are these the terrifying giants of underground boxing?

Fuck, how have they suddenly all turned into chickens now?

"Pfft, cough cough cough!"

A man who was drinking soda just choked on a sip, coughing desperately.

And that cough brought everyone back from their shock.

Zhang Yuanlin looked astonished!

In just over a year, how had Zhang Fan become so fearsome?

Was this the same somewhat self-effacing, gloomy Zhang Fan?

And Xiao Qi felt the same way!

As for Ouyang Feng and the others, they just rolled their eyes.

This was exactly like the scene at the Bai Family’s place!

And Wang Hu, shaking with tremors, felt his lungs about to explode with rage.

These people, shameless, absolutely a disgrace to the boxing world.

How could they be so shameless!

Immediately, Wang Hu raised his hand, pointing at a group not far away, his teeth gritted as he said, "You, you... can you show some damn respect, where’s the fiery passion you had on the ring? Huh!"

"Tiger bro, what are you talking about?" Zhang Fan came up behind Wang Hu, reaching out to pat his shoulder.

In that instant, Wang Hu’s whole body stiffened.

"Cough cough, my old injury has recurred, seems like my rib is broken again, I’m done for." Wang Hu said, as his body collapsed to the ground, moaning in pain.

Zhang Fan’s eyes widened, disbelieving as he stared at Wang Hu curled up on the ground.

You bastard, what happened to the promised passion?

What happened to showing some damn respect?

Fuck, you just lie down there, how am I supposed to make a move?

Meanwhile, a group lying not far away gave Wang Hu a thumbs up!

Watching this scene, Zhang Fan almost spat out a mouthful of blood!

Damn, still fucking scheming against me?

In the live stream, laughter erupted!

"66666!"

"This round, I’m fucking impressed!"

At the same time, the Face-Slapping Squad on the scene burst into laughter.

"Shameless, utterly shameless, Fan bro, go for it, break their third legs!"

"Fan bro, no mercy! Beat them to death!"

Zhang Fan rolled his eyes, then squatted next to Wang Hu.

"Handle that fat fucker over there for me, and I’ll let you guys go, otherwise, I’ll really make it so you can’t stand up again."

The next moment, Wang Hu sprang up from the ground, his eyes coldly fixed on Xie Dalin: "You should have said so, little bro."

Immediately, others playing dead also stood up, walking towards Xie Dalin.

"What are you trying to do?" Xie Dalin’s face turned pale as he backed away!

Wang Hu gave a cold smile: "What do you think?"

Fuck, calling us here to fight the Demon King? Are you fucking trying to screw us over?

Hehe, today, if I don’t teach you what fear is, I’m not Wang Hu!