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How could Ma Wo not recognize Yang Dongxu?
He had escaped from Yang Dongxu's grasp more than once; the two were old enemies.
"Weren't you quite good at running? Look where you ended up today, still in my hands?" Yang Dongxu patted Ma Wo's face twice, his pride overflowing.
Though Ma Wo kept on smiling apologetically, a trace of defiance was evident at the corners of his mouth.
"Looking at your expression, you seem quite dissatisfied, huh?" Yang Dongxu saw through his dissatisfaction and asked directly.
"Dare not, dare not."
"No matter, you can speak your mind. We're at this point; there's no need to hide your thoughts."
Hearing this, Ma Wo bit his teeth and then spoke, "That's right, I am indeed not convinced."
"That's more like it," Yang Dongxu nodded in approval, "What exactly are you not satisfied with?"
