Pulling back his fist, Su Chaoyang looked down at the man sitting on the tatami mat.
Han Wenxuan wiped the trace of blood from the corner of his mouth and still looked scornful, "Su Chaoyang, even if you beat me to death, so what? Xiaowan's first love was me. This fact is something you cannot change, no matter what you do!"
The punch Su Chaoyang intended to let slide ended up incited by a man who didn't know his place, his eyes filled with a murderous aura. The next moment, the withdrawn fist was back in action, a swift left hook sending Han Wenxuan sprawling on the ground.
"You have the nerve to say that! Han Wenxuan, you are a piece of scum!" If it weren't for the army uniform on his body, Su Chaoyang would have almost beaten him half to death!
