"Bastard, how the fuck dare you slap me..."
Covering his face, Zhōu Huáng stared in absolute disbelief. As the Little Holy Son of the Zhou Royal Family, his status and standing were exceptionally noble.
Yet at this moment, this mere ant actually had the audacity to slap him across the face. He must be tired of living, this son of a bitch was truly tired of living!
Chapter 482