"You... you motherfucker, how dare you play me like this?"
The middle-aged man was so enraged that he was almost grinding his teeth, staring fiercely at Chu Mo, filled with anger.
"Play you? Did I ever play you? I've paid you for the pastry, and now, however many times you hit her, that's how many times you should get hit back!"
Chu Mo said indifferently, as if talking about something utterly trivial.
"You... you motherfucker!"
The middle-aged man was immediately frustrated.
Slap!
However, with a raise of his hand, Chu Mo directly landed a slap on the middle-aged man's face.
The piercing sound rang out, and the man's face immediately became burning hot with pain. But even more than that, he felt humiliated.
At this moment, Chu Mo turned his attention to the woman on the ground and asked with a smile, "Tell me, how many times did he hit you just now?"
Despite some dirt on her body, the woman's eyes were extremely clear, indicating that she could be quite a beauty.
