Huang Zhong nudged Ye Wu. Ye Wu thought it was an annoying mosquito and subconsciously slapped him.
The strength of a martial artist's slap was so great that it woke Ye Wu up.
He opened his eyes in a daze and saw his eldest nephew covering his face and looking at him with a sullen expression.
Ye Wu frowned and said unhappily, "Why are you acting so sneakily in the middle of the night? You scared me. Hurry up and sleep. You have to get up and change shifts later."
Huang Zhong lowered his hand. A clear palm print was on his face.
With the help of the flickering flames, Ye Wu could finally see clearly. His eyes widened and he said angrily, "Who hit you? I'll beat him up!"
Huang Zhong looked at him reproachfully, his face filled with pain and heat. It was better to get down to business first. "Uncle, I smell a lot of water."
