That action carried immense insult.
A slap landed on Orsde's face again and again.
Every slap left a blood seal on that face.
"You——"
Pa!
A backhand slap lashed out, and before Orsde could finish his word, he was slapped into the mud.
The force was so great that a sound of bone cracking came from his neck.
The cervical vertebra was broken...
But Mu Fan seemed to know the true identity of the opponent, half-squatting on the ground, quietly watching Orsde.
Sure enough, Orsde's head twisted around sharply, completely ignoring human limits, those apricot-yellow eyes full of spite, the chest was heaving violently.
Not sure if it's from anger or if he's preparing some kind of counterattack.
"Let me calm you down first."
Mu Fan said lightly, and in that moment of the opponent's contemplation, his right hand reached out again, gripping Orsde's face, his fingers deeply sinking into the cheeks.
Yellow blood gushed out...
