"Linglong, kill her," Elder Lei He said.
Nie Linglong shook her head though. "I'm uninterested in her life."
She had to leave this woman for the president of the Martial Arts Union.
Lei He deliberated the matter for a moment before suddenly turning to the man next to him.
"Lord Asura."
Lei He had business dealings with Lord Asura, so they did have a casual friendship as a result.
It would be unsuitable for him to attack Ye Wanwan himself due to a conflict of interests, but Lord Asura could...
"Speak," the man apathetically responded.
"Lord Asura, help me kill that woman. For you, it should just be a lift of your hand."
At that same moment, Ye Wanwan suddenly caught sight of the frosty man sitting next to Lei He.
Ye Wanwan's expression froze and she couldn't look away at all.
Beau... beauty...
In the next second, the girl jumped off the stage like a flicker of a shadow and landed in front of them.
They were like snowy peaks shrouded by fog after a rain shower. They were icy, sacred, and holy. They made her want to tarnish them.
His face was the only thing left on Ye Wanwan's mind, which was already dazed from the effects of alcohol.
Lei He's expression worsened upon Ye Wanwan overlooking him. He said again, "Insolence! What do you want to do, b*stard? Admit to your guilt this instant!"
This gutsy student merely won a few matches, but she dared to overlook him simply because she had Gong's support?
Ye Wanwan waved her hand at Lei He like she was batting a fly before supporting her hand on the table in front of this attractive man with a thump.
With her elbow leaning against the table, the girl propped her chin on her palm, and she smiled at the man, her smile akin to a mountain of peach blossoms blooming overnight. She gently asked, "Gorgeous, you look rather familiar... May I ask if we've met somewhere before?"
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