C439 Unlucky Hayens

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A resounding slapping sound rang out, and with every echo, the hearts of the other people in the hall would be viciously torn. They were unable to speak or move, but they were unable to stop the muscles on their faces from contorting and fear.

As Mutant of the Punishment God, they had never thought that slapping the face of such an ordinary person would be so fearsome