Leng Yixiu's words completely enraged Ouyang Hao. Without a second thought, Ouyang Hao stepped forward and aimed a fierce punch at Leng Yixiu's face. "Leng Yixiu, take back what you just said, right now!"
Ouyang Hao put all his strength into that punch, making Leng Yixiu stumble, almost losing his balance.
Leng Yixiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and gave a cold smile, "Want a fight? Fine, I'll play along!"
With that, he swung back with a punch precisely landing on Ouyang Hao's face. Both men had undergone martial training and were unafraid of conflict, and soon they were entangled in a fierce fight.
"This punch is from Yixun for you! What do you take Yixun for, a plaything?"
"So what if she is a plaything?" Leng Yixiu kicked Ouyang Hao in the chest. "This is between her and me. It's none of your business."
"Leng Yixiu, you bastard!"
