Zhou Chen had never seen anything like this, but his intuition told him it was some kind of mark left on this man by a high-Status Ascender.
'Why was it in the shape of a gold coin?'
'Could it be like the mobs in a video game? Would he drop gold coins if I killed him?'
Zhou Chen stared at the spinning gold coin above the man's head with a strange expression, feeling an urge to reach out and grab it.
SLAP!
Just then, the factory owner, Wick, suddenly gave himself a resounding slap, followed by another. A bright red handprint quickly appeared on his face.
"I deserve to die!"
Wick howled in anguish while slapping himself fiercely, "I've done so many terrible things! I'm worse than an animal!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!… SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP!
Wick's wife, eldest son, second daughter, third daughter, and butler all followed suit, slapping themselves. They wailed as they confessed the sins they had committed, and the entire study was soon filled with the crisp, loud sound of slapping.
