"Slap!"
A loud slap echoed, Ye Luo acted without the slightest hesitation.
After slapping the young man across the face, Ye Luo continued, "You want to protect the estate your mother left behind—I can understand that. But at least we have no enmity in the past nor hatred in the present, yet you immediately shouted about fighting and killing us upon meeting. Who do you think you are?"
Ye Luo's words made the young man pause slightly, or perhaps it was that sudden slap that stunned him.
However, Ye Luo didn't stop there.
"Slap!"
