Lu Han approached his seat with a mischievous grin, eliciting fearful glances from the onlookers, and he relished every moment of it. As he reached his seat, Han Sen stepped in front of him, raising his hands to block his path, prompting Lu Han to turn his attention toward him.“You didn’t need to take it that far; what prompted you to do that?” Han Sen inquired with a composed demeanor."With all due respect, my battles are my battles; you shouldn't concern yourself with mine," Lu Han replied with a smile. Though his words seemed courteous, they carried an underlying message that clearly conveyed 'Back off.' "I suppose you're right; your battle is your own," Han Sen chuckled at these words, removing his hand and allowing Lu Han to take his seat. "I'm glad you understand," Lu Han smiled, and just as he was about to take a seat, Han Sen raised his hand once more."Just hope you don't run into me in the next round, because then, there will be no one to interrupt," Han Sen remarked wit
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