บท 347: Play To The Gallery, A Clown!

Splat!

A crisp and clear sound lingered in the air until long after the performance ended.

A shining golden brick had smashed right in the middle of Shi Hui's face. It slid down slowly.

Bang!

The brick landed on the ground, leaving a long red mark on Shi Hui's face. It added some color to his pale face.

Shi Hui's expression could be described in one word—disbelief. He was dumbstruck. He started to lose his vision and fell backward.

A 4-star soldier-level martial warrior couldn't withstand the strike of a brick!

Only those who enjoyed this special treatment understood how heavy this beautiful brick was.

Would they get a concussion?

Silence. The venue turned eerily silent. No one knew how to express their current emotions.

As they looked at Shi Hui, they sympathized with him in their hearts.