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After a few punches, my brother had a nosebleed and was begging for mercy in pain.

Leng Feng sat on top of my younger brother, each of his steps was full of energy, cursing as he fought: "Are you f * cking looking to die, so what if my mother doesn't look good? It's at least a thousand times better than your mother's venomous heart. If you're so f * cking unlucky