Chapter 162 Three Slaps!

• Hsiang Beicheng swung another punch, and Francis Lynch didn’t back down an inch. “You old hypocrite—you think I’m going to tiptoe around you like my mom did because of ‘family’?”
• Francis had barely finished when his hand snapped out even faster. He struck after the punch but landed first, a sharp slap to Hsiang Beicheng’s chest.
• Hsiang Beicheng grunted and stumbled back, again and again. A thin line of blood slicked his lip—he was hurt, no doubt.