Just a moment ago, Jermaine was posing as an Artificial God descending to deliver divine punishment to the Blasphemer. The next moment, he was hit hard in the face twice.
The massive impact left his brain temporarily blank, unable to process his emotions.
He sat dazedly on the main house roof, covering his face with his hand, incredulously staring at Wu Chang.
His eyes were full of shock, confusion, shame, and anger.
In another setting, if he had said, "You dare hit me, even my father has never hit me!" it wouldn't seem out of place.
Yet, with the nun's voluptuous figure combined with Jermaine's chiseled, angular features, it looked out of harmony.
It was a beauty transformed by a sweet baby.
It's a pity there's no Starlight Lighthouse agent like you.
He grabbed Jermaine's headgear and mocked, "You've only entered the nun's statue, you haven't been castrated into a pretty little boy. Show the aura of your iron-fisted Count."
