The crisp sound of slaps resounded throughout the hall.
Shui Shiqi staggered two steps due to the slap, her cheeks burning with pain.
She subconsciously raised her head and faced Luo Haoxuan's face full of superiority.
That face was smiling, but his eyes were full of coldness.
"You still have the fucking nerve to raise your eyes to look at me?"
Luo Haoxuan flicked his wrist as if dusting off something dirty.
He turned to face the dozens of teammates and the crowded live broadcast seats in the audience, and his voice rose an octave: "Look, brothers, this is the substitute for our Spark Club.
Where did we lose in last week's city game decider?
