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Ouyang Ke believed that his son, Ouyang Xing, had already taught Xiang Yu a lesson. Knowing his son, not breaking Xiang Yu's leg would have been considered merciful.
But today, Xiang Yu seemed completely intact, without a trace of fear. Could it be that Xing'er hadn't made his move yet? That had to be it.
In a moment, a multitude of thoughts flashed through Ouyang Ke's mind, but in his eyes, Xiang Yu was nothing more than a clown, hardly worth his intervention. If he really had to take action, it would surely mean a life was at stake.
Ouyang Ke simply glanced at Xiang Yu and said nothing more, then started conversing with Wu Haotian.
Xiang Yu sat there with nothing much to do, and then lay on the sofa with his feet propped up on the table in front of him. Just then, Ouyang Xing and Zhang Lei walked in from outside.
