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Kahn felt an anger surge in him and landed a very hard punch on Ye Wei's chest. Ye Wei coughed out much blood, and she, however tough she was, was unable to endure the shock running through her. Her body was viciously flung out and rolled onto the ground. Her body left a bloody trail on the ground, turning it red.

Ye Wei propped herself up with one hand as her veins on the back of her hand throbbed. She tried extremely hard to stand up, but then fell down hard again. Ye Wei frowned at how f***ing painful it was. She felt as though somebody had deeply slashed at her abdomen. Beads of cold sweat trickled down her face.

'Damn it! Why do men just go for that spot when they fight? Is punching the abdomen so comfortable?'

She felt stuffiness in her chest as though there was a huge rock on it. Her long hair drooped down and covered half her face. She felt her anger surge and coughed out blood again. She knew that she cut a very sorry figure now.