Chapter 575

Steven's face instantly turned cold. He swung his fork out, and it collided head-on with the sword. With a loud clang, the sword snapped in two. Curtis' eyes widened in disbelief. This was a custom sword, forged by a renowned master. Yet it had been broken by a simple fork. Before he could react, a heavy slap struck him across the face! "You bastard!" Curtis' face flushed red from the slap. "How dare you!" Another slap landed hard. "Dare to what, you bastard?" "I-I'll report you…" "You'll what?" Three consecutive slaps left Curtis dazed, with three distinct handprints on his face. Humiliation. He felt utterly humiliated, blood rushing to his head. Given his status, who in Levix City would dare treat him this way? He was about to curse again when he saw Steven raising his hand. His eyes were filled with rage, but he didn't dare say another word. He knew that another slap would come if he did. "What are you looking at?" Steven shouted, and another slap landed on his face.