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"Ha, kill me? You? You're not qualified."
Ye Xuan sneered disdainfully, glaring contemptuously at the man underfoot, Tiger Lord, and kicked him in the abdomen, sending him sprawling to the side.
At that moment,
a group of police officers, armed with pistols, burst into the bar.
"Who, who called the police?"
The leading officer had a square face, not particularly handsome, with a devil-may-care attitude, a cigarette in his mouth, coldly scanning the bar patrons, demanding harshly.
"It, it, it was me..."
Tiger Lord lay on the ground, having overturned a table, his mouth frothy with blood, speaking incoherently.
He had been booted away by Ye Xuan.
His fleshly body skidded several meters across the floor, skin scraped raw.
Both arms were covered in bloody marks. And his hulking face had lost a few layers of skin, bloody, a sorry sight.
All of which was thanks to Ye Xuan.
"You old bastard, are you human or ghost?"
