The man in front of them was still talking tough, but his body was already trembling as the three slowly approached.
"So what if we're bullying you? I don't believe you can fight back."
"I warn you, don't… don't come any closer." It took a while for the man inside the house to remember to pull out a weapon.
He hoped to use it to threaten Vikram and the others, forcing them to leave.
However, reality was completely different from what he imagined.
"Slap!" A crisp sound echoed through the room.
Before the long knife he held protectively to his chest could even move, the man felt a burning sensation on his face.
When he opened his eyes again, Vikram was already in front of him, staring at him with a mischievous smile.
Clutching his face, the sound from just now was him taking a solid slap from Vikram.
As the palm print gradually appeared, the man's expression also changed.
