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"Trash, you really think you can make a move on me?"
Ye Xuan's expression was indifferent, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes as he shouted sternly.
Before Lu Yu's fist could land on him,
Ye Xuan raised his foot, the sole of his shoe reaching Lu Yu's face first, ferociously stamping it.
"Bang!"
Lu Yu felt a sharp pain on his face.
A warm trickle of blood flowed from his nose.
"Courting death."
Ye Xuan laughed coldly.
He stomped his shoe on the ground.
Lu Yu screamed "Ah" in surprise.
A sharp pain shot from his knees and joints.
"Thud!"
Lu Yu could no longer withstand the pressure.
His knees buckled suddenly with a "bang," making him kneel directly on the ground.
"Size forty-two sole fits your face just right."
Ye Xuan sneered dismissively.
This position was quite peculiar.
Lu Yu knelt before Ye Xuan.
And Ye Xuan, pressing his shoe sole on Lu Yu's face.
The intense pain in his knees made Lu Yu suffer.
