Chapter 1187

How could Perseus just slap Neville, Grand Guardian of Ouranos, just like that? "You son of a bitch. How dare you slap me? I'll have your head for this!" It seemed as if time itself froze for three seconds. Neville's face contorted with rage, and his eyes were laced with anger. He raised his hand, intending to teach Perseus a lesson. Perseus didn't make any maneuver to dodge out of the way. Not only was there not a sign of panic or nervousness in his expression, but he was even wearing a faint smile as he leaned closer and stuck out his face. "Why aren't you thinking big, Neville? Where's the forgiveness you've just preached? Why can't you do it when you're the one being treated unfairly?" "Why, you!" Neville slowly lowered his hand before clenching his fists. Damn it. He had just shot himself in the foot. It was bad enough that he couldn't guilt-trip Perseus, but it backfired on him and got him slapped. He had just suffered a major handicap. "So, does this mean you're not h