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Bang!
Defoe's fist had already landed on the boy's face, and the boy felt stars dancing in front of his eyes, almost losing consciousness.
"You're slandering my wife, I swear I'm gonna beat you to death today!" Defoe shouted, shaking the boy's collar.
The boy shouted back, "I'm not slandering her, your wife's having an affair with LeBron James, maybe he's even in your house right now!"
The patrons who were just jeering stopped as soon as they heard the name LeBron James, they were truly afraid of that name.
"That's impossible!" Defoe punched him again!
The boy's head shook, but he still said, "You're just afraid of LeBron, that's why you say this, why don't you go home and see for yourself? Maybe right now, your wife is in bed with LeBron, on that bed you paid for!"
Bang!
This time, instead of another punch, Defoe grabbed the boy and slammed him hard against the floor, "If I go back and find nothing, I guarantee I'll kill you!"
