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　　How do you want me to die? I admit it!

　　"Oh!" "Huh?"

　　The muscular man who was addressed as "Hard Tiger" by Yan Bang first responded with a dazed look, then became shocked and confused.

　　Take a knife to stab boss Yan Bang for Second Master Feng? Had he heard wrongly? Or had their boss gone astray again?

　　It was as if he was often careless when his eldest brother was with Master Feng and Second Master Feng! Being scolded, being beaten, and having one's arm cut off and bleeding, all of these were just commonplace!

　　"All of you, get out! I have something to say to your boss! "

　　After a round of violence, Feng Xinglang was also panting heavily. However, after venting his emotions, he seemed to have calmed down a lot.

　　The sparring partners were still stunned on the spot. They looked at each other in dismay. They felt that they could neither leave nor stay.

　　"Your second master has already spoken, hurry up and scram!"

　　Under Yan Bang's stern rebuke, the group of sparring partners scattered like birds and beasts.

　　In the entire gym, only Yan Bang and Feng Xinglang were left.

　　"What's wrong? Why is he so angry?"

　　As Yan Bang wiped the blood off his face, he gazed at the Feng Xinglang who was slowly regaining his senses.

　　The corner of Feng Xinglang's lips slightly moved a little. Suppressing the anger that came after, he threw the printed photos inside the inner pocket onto the upper half of Yan Bang's naked body.

　　Yan Bang picked up the photos one by one. When he saw the contents of the photo, his eyes were filled with a depth and complexity that he had never experienced before.

　　After a long while, he then raised his gaze from the photo, and stared deeply at the furious Feng Xinglang, his Adam's apple sliding.

　　"How do you want me to die … I admit it! "

　　"f.u.c.k you!" If you want to die, you can die a little further. Why did you drag laozi down with you? "

　　Anger welled up once again, Feng Xinglang leapt forward and kicked, sending the defenseless Yan Bang straight down to the floor of the gym.

　　Yan Bang remained silent. He allowed Feng Xinglang to hit him.

　　After another round of fierce beating, the tired Feng Xinglang finally stopped, gasping for breath.

　　"These photos were taken by you on the internet?" Feng Xinglang asked coldly.

　　"Even if I, Yan Bang were to die, I will not let you down!"

　　Yan Bang looked straight into Feng Xinglang's eyes. There was an unspeakable desolation on his face that was stained with his own blood.