Three loud slaps that were extremely piercing to the ear were heard.
No one could react in time.
Even Venerable Bjorn didn't have time to react.
William felt a stinging pain coming from his face. Apart from the pain, there was a bit of numbness. Finally, the corner of his mouth was red with some blood coming out, while his left cheek had lost all feeling.
"You…"
"I'm going to kill you!"
William's anger surged into the sky. He was slapped in front of a large crowd, which was considered a huge insult to him!
He couldn't hold back anymore.
Just when he was about to counterattack, Maxwell had already returned to his original position at an unknown time. Maxwell then said, "One must acknowledge one's defeat when gambling. Can't you afford to lose? You were the one who agreed that I could give you three slaps if you lost. I'm a good Samaritan who will gladly satisfy this special hobby of yours."
"Elder Thomas, what I've said was correct, right?"
