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"Hey, living a life with her was not that all exciting, okay? She was all plain and dull, don't blame me for wanting to look for a more colorful life!"

And right after that, Zhong Yu heard insulting chuckles from Liwei.

Before he knew it, he had put up a fist. Zhong Yu pulled his hand and swayed backwards, raising his arm as his hips swing straight and his fist rocketed forward, connecting with the cheek of the man in front of him

He swung it hard to Liwei's face; sending his best friend to hit a bamboo table, and landed on the ground.

The sudden hit literally threw Liwei off the ground. As he tried to get up, he felt a sting on his face. Liwei raised one hand to touch his face, and tasted blood in the corner of his lips.

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"You motherf****! What the f*** did you do? You tore my face??"

When Zhong Yu had punched him just now, Liwei was caught off guard, and he accidentally bit his own lips during the hit.