Chapter 167: A Button

"You...you dare slap my face?"

"This slap is for your arrogance and conceit, to tell you there are people outside of people, heavens outside of heavens. And it's on behalf of the old Krav Maga master." Jason said coldly and contemptuously.

"Bastard, fuck!" Carl Cooper's eyes were crimson as he roared furiously and struggled up, throwing a fist.

But with his composure broken, how could he possibly injure Jason? Although formidable, his martial arts were not polished. With a few more years of diligent practice, perhaps he could live up to this arrogance.

"Hmph, ignorant fool. This slap is to discipline you on your master's behalf." Jason coldly slapped again.

"Slap!"

Carl Cooper was directly slapped over, his cheek swollen high up. Hot pain, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth and nose. His eyes were blank, seeming to be stunned silly by the beating.

Lawrence, Steven Martin and the others couldn't help but cover their own faces, clicking their tongues and gasping. Too painful
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