C337 Gather old man

The last kick was truly no trivial matter. Xiao Long fell to the ground, feeling as if his ribs were about to break. He covered his waist with his hands and groaned in pain. Hong Lin won the game without any suspense. He walked up proudly and squatted beside Xiao Long, looking down at him. "Brat, you haven't learned enough.

"I am convinced of my defeat... "If you want to kill me, then kill me