Under everyone's gaze, the two mole-faced men continued to slap their own cheeks harshly.
As they slapped themselves, they kept repenting in their mouths.
"Boss, we deserve to die, we really deserve to die. As long as you spare us, we will definitely admit our mistakes and change. We will surely become truly good people."
"Boss, we were wrong, really wrong, please don't hold it against us. We beg you to forgive us this time, really, please, boss."
"Boss, rest assured, after this, we will definitely reform with our hearts and absolutely become upright men."
The nagging sounds of lamentation kept coming from the mouths of the two mole-faced men.
As time passed, the cheeks of the two men with moles were already red from the slaps, and their hands were growing weak.
Hearing the persistent sounds of lamentation in his ears, Ye Feng's heart was tranquil. As a flicker of cold light appeared in his eyes, he spoke coldly.
"Scram, if there's a next time, I surely won't spare you."
