Chapter 286: Fucked Up

Note to self, slapping someone at their own wedding is really bad. 

But I still believe what he did is even worst. 

His poor bride is on the side all dressed up and everything. 

Meanwhile, the guy is ignoring her completely. 

Well, right now he's on the ground. 

Howling in pain. 

Clutching his face.

Is he trying to hide the red handprint on his face? 

Perhaps. 

I better apologize right now. 

[Ah, sorry about that. Was a reflex.] 

"How the hell is that a reflex?! Reflex my ass!" 

He gets up angrily. 

"How dare you hurt my perfect face!"

Actually. 

[How dare you show up to your own wedding like that?!] 

"Mind your own business asshole!" 

Fair enough. 

That was showing a lack of restraint on my part. 

But you see am very jealous…I mean righteous! 

"I hereby challenge you to a proxy duel to the …"