Knocked to the ground by an ashtray, Qi Kun's mind was a blur, feeling only the dizzying fog in his head, the pressing weight of Lu Yu's shoe on his face, and the waves of sharp pain!
The ashtray had smashed onto his face with great force, and the sudden acute pain was something he still found unbearable!
"Does it feel good?"
Looking down at Qi Kun under his foot, Lu Yu asked coldly, his voice filled with indifference, as if he was addressing a lamb to be slaughtered.
"You, you can't kill me!"
Under Lu Yu's foot, Qi Kun spoke with panic in his eyes, his words slurred due to his swollen cheek.
"Oh?"
Hearing Qi Kun's words, a playful expression appeared in Lu Yu's eyes. Looking at Qi Kun in front of him, he asked with interest, "Then tell me, why can't I kill you?"
