"Fuck your mother, wait until I ravage your sister in front of you, let's see if you can keep pretending!"
The three brothers were skilled at teamwork, clearly practiced.
The eldest charged forward, while the second and third attacked from the flanks, moving in perfect synchronicity, creating an imposing and cohesive aura.
The entire room began to shake.
Their aura was like a landslide, their bodies like fierce tigers, their gazes like dragon serpents.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Three slaps exploded like thunder.
Nothing could be seen, only that the three brothers flew backward like sandbags, slamming into the wall and shaking the house to its core.
But Fan Wubing stood there, unmoved.
The three brothers' faces instantly swelled like pig heads, with all the blood rushing to their faces, forming a bloated bloody handprint.
They were stunned for a while before coming to their senses, screaming, "Ah! Ah! Ah! What's going on! Who slapped us, who slapped us!"
