Bad Memories [III]

"You little bastard, do you have the guts to say that again?"

Luke pointed at Irving.

The muscles on his face were trembling violently, his eyes were wide open, and an uncontrollable rage burst out.

Irving's face was indifferent, and he slowly said "Are you two peasants done talking?"

"You bastard, you are so bold. Do you know that we are..."

Luke hadn't finished speaking yet when he was Interrupted instantly.

With a snapping kick, Luke's entire body flew out, accompanied by a shrill scream, and slid three or four meters on the clean floor before stopping.

Wherever he passed, tables and chairs were overturned and guests hurriedly avoided him.

“Ouch!” Luke covered the left side of his face, which was already red and swollen, with five clearly visible finger marks.

"Damn it! How dare you hit me!"

The yelling was interrupted with another snapping slap. Luke's right cheek was hit hard, and five bright red fingerprints appeared on it.

It turned out that it was Irving who took action.

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