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Lan Zhou was gasping for breath, gasping for breath. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. He looked at Yan Qing, who was vomiting blood, and grabbed his arm and asked, "Why?"

Why? Was this just a competition?

Why did he have to work so hard?

I hate people like you the most. I hate people like you the most …

Yan Qing grinned. He fiercely patted Lan Zhou's shoulder and said