339 Chapter 331. A Warm Up

Varion blinked, stunned more by the fact that someone slapped him than the pain from the slap itself. 

"What..." he was confused for a few seconds before rage took over. "Son of a bitch--you dare--"

SLAP!

Another crisp, loud sound reverberated inside the room and Varion's head turned in the other direction. The stinging sensation now came from both sides of his face.

"Leave my mother out of your dirty mouth."

The low, cold voice was just as he heard through the television. Varion gritted his teeth and was about to get up, only to realize that his limbs were heavily restricted by pitch-black tendrils. And just as he was about to open his mouth, the same tendrils covered his mouth like a gag. 

"You...are stupid, aren't you?" the blue eyes narrowed. "I'm here standing while you're on your knees, yet it didn't occur to you that you're in trouble? Is it arrogance, or just plain stupidity?"

"Hggh!"