Chapter 465 - Haven’t Found A Lawyer (1/2)

Not long after, Jia Zhengyi prepared a draft for his post that expressed his apology to Su Li.

Xiao Luo read through it grumpily, and he could not help but sneer. “This is the language standard of a professional talk show host? A middle schooler could write this!”

Then, in the next second, a palm landed squarely on Jia Zhengyi’s face.

Smack!

The palm was not as big as a palm-leaf fan, but it still packed quite a punch! A sharp, crisp sound accompanied the slap as it landed hard on the soft, sensitive skin of Jia Zhengyi’s face, sending him crashing to the floor as he screamed in pain. One could tell with just one glance that the left side of his face was swelling up quickly.

Xiao Luo tossed the phone back to him. “Rewrite it. Make it more vivid this time,” he barked.

“Yes, yes…”

Jia Zhengyi was on the verge of tears, but he did not dare decline. He promptly held the phone and continued to write once again.

The thin man by the side looked on in fear. There were still teacup fragments aplenty lodged in his mouth, and the blood was flowing freely, but they did not dare make another sound or move.

After 10 minutes, Jia Zhengyi finally and painstakingly managed to draft another apology letter.

Smack!

Xiao Luo looked over it again and then landed another slap on Jia Zhengyi’s face. “Not meaningful enough. Write it again!” he roared.

After that, Jia Zhengyi wrote a whole chain of apology letters, but not a single one of them made it past Xiao Luo’s inspection. His face had taken quite the number of slaps by then.

Every slap was delivered with immense force, and the strength behind each blow only got stronger and stronger. The thin man’s face was drained of blood, and he started quaking violently. Cold sweat was pouring out from the millions of pores on his body, out of his control, when he saw that both sides of Jia Zhengyi’s face had swollen to an extreme state—even his eyelids were swollen. He looked every bit like a decapitated pig head. Strewn on the floor were several bloodstained teeth that had flown out from Jia Zhengyi’s mouth.

Too vicious! Too cruel!

The thin man’s soul was trembling. How he wished that he had never stepped foot into Jia Zhengyi’s house on this day, that this experience was nothing more than a hyperrealistic nightmare. When he looked at the enigmatic young man who sat by the side elegantly sipping tea, all he saw was a demon who came straight from hell.

Jia Zhengyi drafted yet another apology letter with trembling fingers, and then he shakily handed the phone to Xiao Luo.

When Xiao Luo took the phone for inspection, Jia Zhengyi kneeled on the ground in front of him, kowtowing pleadingly. “Big Brother, please, I beg you… Please don’t hit me anymore. I’ve learned my lesson. I really have…” he begged.

He could not bear it any longer. He was being tortured, both physically and mentally, and it was utterly destroying his psychological state. He howled and cried pitifully, snot and tears alike pouring down his face, and from his mouth flowed a nasty-looking mixture of saliva and fresh blood. This pain was just too much to bear—any more, and he would not be able to feel his face.

Xiao Luo paid him no mind as he sipped his tea leisurely with one hand, picking up the phone to read the post with the other.

“To the beautiful Miss Su Li, I express my deepest apologies to you regarding the rude incident on Weibo of the 7th. In the past few days, I have been tormented by my rash behavior. Those vulgar and unbecoming words had sufficiently exposed me as barbaric, uneducated, and uncultured. Those were the words and actions of an animal.”

“As a public figure, I failed to set an example. On the contrary, I had led the mob against you, and the numerous insults had made me realize the extent of my atrocities. I hope you can find it in yourself to forgive me, and I seek the apologies of everyone as well!”

After reading this apology letter, Xiao Luo’s lips slowly curled up in a cold smile.

Jia Zhengyi and the thin man did not dare make a single peep. They were so nervous they could barely breathe. The two of them looked exactly like ghosts who had fallen into the afterlife, waiting for the king of the netherworld to pass his judgment and decide whether they would be reincarnated into animals or people. They were beside themselves with fear.

“Publish this as it is!”

Xiao Luo threw the phone back to Jia Zhengyi. It was not to say that this letter was exceptionally well-written, but rather, it was because he thought that he had punished Jia Zhengyi sufficiently.