"No... don't hit me again! Stop hitting me!"
Seeing Ye Feng raise his hand again, Wang Yitian trembled all over in fright and waved his hands repeatedly.
His face was almost battered at this moment, most of his teeth had already fallen out, and when he spoke, the wind whistled through his mouth.
Having his legs and feet directly broken might have been less frightening, but the powerful slaps from Ye Feng, one after another, inflicted excruciating pain on his face again and again, making him feel as if death were preferable to this suffering!
"Ye... Ye Feng! Speak... What do you want before you can let me go!"
Wang Yitian looked at Ye Feng in terror, unable to imagine how this refined-looking young man could inflict such painful slaps, as if not using his hands but rather iron blades and saws!