"What… what do you want to do?"
Wang Tiancheng looked at Ye Luo, his face filled with fear, as he continuously scooted back while propping himself up on the ground.
Slap slap slap!
Ye Luo wielded his hands like weapons, raining down palm strikes and turning Wang Tiancheng's cheeks red and raw, eliciting continuous screams.
"Ye Luo, that's enough!" Luo Jingxuan, unable to bear the sight of Wang Tiancheng's misery, pleaded.
Bang!
Ye Luo punched out once more, collapsing Wang Tiancheng's nasal bridge, then coldly stood up and said, "If you dare bother my aunt again, I'll send you to Hell to flirt with female ghosts!"
Ye Luo spat out the last sentence with a terrifying murderous intent. Clearly, if Wang Tiancheng continued to harass Luo Jingxuan, Ye Luo was truly capable of killing him on the spot.
In another luxurious private room of the hotel, at this moment, Wang Quan and a young man dressed in opulence, exuding a noble aura, sat sipping wine.