A flicker of disdain flashed in Xu Luo's eyes. He swung his arm and slapped the young man across the face.
SLAP!
It was a crisp, resounding slap.
The young man clutched his face, his empty eye sockets turned in Xu Luo's direction, as if he couldn't believe what had just happened.
His most practiced sneak attack had failed. Instead, he was the one who got slapped hard across the face!
"You… who the hell are you?" the young man asked, aghast. "What grudge do I have with you that's worth all this? Do you get some kind of sick thrill from bullying a blind man?"
"Heh, I do. In fact, I'm overjoyed," Xu Luo said, smiling cheerfully at the young man.
