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"Old Jackson, aren't you being too gutless?"
"There's still seven, eight seconds left in the round. You should at least withstand three rounds."
"Exactly, if you don't stand up, it's like you've been KO'd. Isn't that embarrassing?"
"As a man, how can you not even last one minute? Stand up, be manly!"
Old Jackson unwillingly thumped his boxing gloves against the ground, refusing to stand up. He resentfully pointed at the crowd who were egging him on and cursed, "You bunch of idlers who talk big but do nothing, why don't you come up? Ouch, ouch. Queen Baby, you hit too hard. My leg, my waist."
"Huh!" After venting, baby Cade indeed felt much better. She released a deep sigh, glanced at Old Jackson and said, "Okay, okay, stop pretending to be dead on the ground. Don't I know your strength? Even if I explode, it's impossible for me to hit you until you can't fight back. Enough, enough, that hateful guy will be here soon."
