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Feng Lin stood still, unmoved.
Beside him, Yan Yibai flashed in front of Feng Lin in an instant.
Boom!
Yan Yibai's foot slammed against Ai Ke's fist.
The black asphalt beneath their feet suddenly collapsed several inches.
Swoosh!
Yan Yibai's figure, like a ghostly apparition, suddenly leaped up and smashed his knee into Ai Ke's face.
Ai Ke was suddenly sent flying backward.
Yet he managed to do a flip in mid-air, landing firmly on the ground.
He gently touched his nose to find it bleeding; his face contorted in rage. He was about to continue his attack but was stopped in his tracks.
"Enough!"
Liang Die took two indifferent steps forward and asked sharply, "Are you sure you want to provoke us?"
"Make this man kneel," Feng Lin pointed at Ai Ke, a cold sneer on his face. "Otherwise, I can't guarantee what will happen."
Liang Die took a deep breath and looked at Ai Ke, "Kneel!"
