Zhao Tiezhu didn't care at all about his threats. With his left hand, he grabbed the man by the collar, and with his right, he dealt a vicious blow to his cheek.
"Smack! Smack! Smack..."
A dozen slaps followed in quick succession, swinging from left to right. Zhou Erhu had nowhere to hide, his face soon turning a deep, blood-red.
Chapter 25