The clear sound of slapping continued to ring out.

In the eyes of outsiders, the scene unfolding before them was extremely terrifying.

An extraordinarily beautiful woman, her hands moving rapidly, leaving an afterimage, repeatedly slapped the face of a fat man.

The man was already quite large.

And now, he looked even more like a pig-headed figure.

Seeing him in this state, if people hadn’t been present before, they’d hardly recognize him as An Qimao, the suburban nouveau riche.

Toward the end, President An’s face was unrecognizable, covered in blood.

The crowd couldn’t imagine it.

How could a woman have such overwhelming strength?

Didn’t her hands hurt?

Another obvious question was.

Why didn’t President An resist?

Didn’t it hurt at all?

What people didn’t know was.

President An was in pain, so much pain he wanted to die.

But what good would that do?

Somehow, every time the woman’s hand came down, the power in his body was scattered.

So now, he was like a helpless doll.

"Hiss!"

Watching President An getting beaten, Chen Shufang couldn’t help but step back five paces.

Terrifying!

Too terrifying!

What in the world did this foreign woman mean to do by beating President An so fiercely?

Sometimes, Chen Shufang considered herself a shrew.

But after seeing the foreign woman’s brutal methods, she felt she was quite ladylike.

Pa!

As the crowd was overwhelmed with emotions, after the last slap landed, President An’s large body collapsed to the ground.

Bang!

President An lay on the ground in a "大" pose, his large face expressionless, eyes half-open, leaving only a narrow slit.

If not for his large belly still heaving.

People might have thought he’d already died.

Though he was still alive.

People couldn’t help but think in distress.

Being beaten like this must be awful, right?

Maybe it’d be easier if he were dead?

Indeed, President An had thoughts of dying.

He was a well-known suburban nouveau riche.

He rarely even walked, let alone endured such pain.

The pain in his cheeks was unbearable, and tears quietly fell.

Worse yet, he couldn’t even faint and had to bear this agony powerlessly.

Perhaps moved by President An’s miserable condition, Manager Wang stepped forward, "Why are you not helping President An up?"

With the support of two security guards, President An barely stood but was completely hanging onto them due to his lack of strength.

Seeing this, Manager Wang looked with confusion at the foreign woman, "Why did you..."

Mid-sentence, the foreign woman moved, walking past Manager Wang straight to Qin Hao.

The crowd’s eyes widened.

What’s she doing with this young man?

Could it be that her addiction to slapping hasn’t abated?

Is she planning to use this young man for round two?

At that moment, everyone began to mourn for Qin Hao.

President An, who was previously on the brink of life and death, saw this scene and his eyes lit up, gurgling excitedly.

Chen Shufang, who had been concerned about President An.

Seeing the foreign woman standing still before Qin Hao, her face instantly lit up.

"Beat him to death! Slap him hard!"

A farcical situation.

At a time like this.

Perhaps because the foreign woman was too beautiful.

No one on the scene felt it was unlawful for her to hit people.

On the contrary, everyone looked forward to seeing her delicate hands striking Qin Hao’s cheeks.

Just as she viciously slapped President An.

But then, something strange happened.

Without a word or a greeting, the woman did something inexplicable.

She bent down, lowered her proud head, and looked at Qin Hao’s shoe tips.

After maintaining this posture for five seconds, she finally spoke, "Master, I’m late, I’m truly sorry."

At these words, the scene fell into immediate silence.

Stunned!

Utterly stunned!

Completely baffled!

Everyone was left in utter confusion.

Just what is going on!

What did this beauty just say?

Master?

Is this some kind of joke!

"Pfft!"

More overwhelmed than the passersby was President An.

Already injured, he couldn’t hold back a spurt of blood upon being so shocked.

Due to this sudden action, his body lost balance, and he couldn’t help but fall backward.

It was no coincidence that the security guards were also surprised and forgot to support President An.

Thus, President An had a close encounter with the floor.

Bang!

The heavier the weight, the greater the impact.

The pain from his buttocks nearly flipped his eyes in pain.

Lying on the ground, his heart sank into desolation.

Why did this beauty call the little punk her master!

This is utterly inconceivable!

"No... impossible... this can’t be real!"

Beside President An, Chen Shufang covered her mouth and backed away, her eyes filled with defeat and shock.

Moments ago.

She had mocked Qin Hao as a loser, unable to even attract an ordinary woman.

Yet now, a beautiful and unattainable foreign woman, who even she felt inferior to.

Was actually apologizing to Qin Hao, this respectfully.

Isn’t this absurd?

Under the gaze of the shocked crowd, Qin Hao said calmly, "Little Wen Ni, you’re a bit slow, is your driving skill declining?"

Vini Jones still kept her head down, "Because it was rush hour, there was some traffic, so I was a bit late. Please forgive me, Master!"

In the end, she even used a coquettish tone.

The men nearby were overwhelmingly jealous.

If this beauty acted coyly with me.

I’d be willing to jump into a river!

Qin Hao scratched his head helplessly, "A few days without seeing you and you seem to have gotten naughty, even acting coy now."

"No, really," Vini Jones seemed intent on maintaining her coquettish stance, "I just especially missed Master."

"Alright, then stand up."

At Qin Hao’s command, Vini Jones lifted her head, eyes brimming with a pitiful look.

The male compatriots were enviously bursting, unbeknownst to Vini Jones. She merely said shyly, "Master, how annoying!"

Plop!

A male passerby fell to the ground, full of anguish, "She even acted coy!"

Plop! Plop!

Two more passersby collapsed, utterly despaired.