You hit my son, so you deserve to die

Not to mention other people, but Madam Nie and Patriarch Nie were also astonished.

Madam Nie especially never would've expected Ye Wanwan to do such a thing today.

"You… hit me?!"

"Worriless Nie" coldly glared at Ye Wanwan after she shook off her daze.

Slap!

Ye Wanwan backhanded her again mercilessly.

"Hitting you isn't the objective," Ye Wanwan icily replied. "It's merely a side stop on your path toward death. You hit my son, so you deserve to die."

"President Bai, where do you think you are?" Nie Linglong demanded.

Several dozens of martial artists working with Nie Linglong quickly rushed toward the room.

"Let me see who'd dare!" Third Elder yelled.

"Sis Feng, let's not act recklessly. This is the Nie residence, after all…" Big Dipper quietly urged Ye Wanwan.

Only 100 or so people from the Fearless Alliance were there. If the Nie family was truly enraged, they might not be able to flee.