Yin Moran took a deep breath, turned his head to glance at Chu Yelin, and slowly climbed up.
"Chu Yelin, I really want to kill you!"
Upon hearing this, Chu Yelin sneered lightly, "Do you think I don't want to? Yin Moran, I'd love to get rid of you too!"
"Ha! Stop babbling, get up, continue!"
"Continue indeed, who's afraid of whom?"
Chu Yelin showed no weakness, even though he was exhausted, he stood up with determination.
Yin Moran stared coldly at him, looking at the face that bore some resemblance to his own, speaking coldly: "Chu Yelin, I want to kill you because you're despicable and shameless, doing things no normal man would do. And you? Why do you want to finish me off? Just because of your mother's death? What's that got to do with me? Or do you have another reason?"
Upon hearing this, Chu Yelin clenched his fist, his eyes bloodshot from the fight.
He fixedly looked at Yin Moran, at this man with similar blood ties coursing through him, his emotions surging.