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No matter who the opponent was,
Lin Yuan, having gained the upper hand, pressed his advantage mercilessly.
The living room was small to begin with; it could hardly withstand the turmoil of two people tussling inside it.
Even if the man in black could dodge the direct attack of the mop swiftly, he couldn't avoid being splattered with the filth it scattered...
Despite his best efforts, a foul stench quickly clung to his body, becoming unbearable.
Seeing that he couldn't dodge it...
He simply endured the nausea and no longer attempted to evade, attacking Lin Yuan directly with the momentum of thunder.
A mop costs only ten yuan and is made of no fine material; it was easily sliced in half by the dagger, which then aimed straight for Lin Yuan's heart.
'Is he really trying to kill me?'
'Doesn't he plan to capture and interrogate me at all?'
