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"Tsk tsk, hitting a woman, huh!"
Yang Lin blocked Li Feng's path, clicking his tongue and glancing with an alternative meaning toward Zhang Xue, who had fallen to the ground.
"Get out of the way."
Li Feng grabbed Yang Lin by the collar and flung him aside, then stepped into the hotel.
"Damn it, have the guts not to leave."
Yang Lin, his face ashen, got up and, looking at the closed glass door, flipped off Li Feng with his middle finger. Zhang Xue struggled to her feet; she was like a drowning person, and Li Feng was her last straw. She had to grasp it, or what awaited her was irredeemable disaster.
"Li Feng, I know I was wrong. Can't you just give me one more chance?"
Zhang Xue chased into the hotel, persistently pleading.
Li Feng, without even turning his head, commanded, "Throw her out. Don't let her in."
"Yes."
