So miserable!

Wang Mao's eyes were also badly swollen, and he couldn't open his eyes. He could only see a slit.

He looked at the men and women in front of him, his face full of depression and frustration, and full of hatred.

It’s a pity that he is injured but cannot take revenge.

He has never been beaten in his life.

But he had just been seriously injured by Tang Xiaobao, and today he was beaten again, even more cruelly than Tang Xiaobao.

Being beaten and humiliated twice may haunt him for the rest of his life and make him never forget it.

"You can't blame us. It was you who first said you wanted to beat us into pig heads." Wang Qing started to lecture us with a dark face.

"As a human being, you can't be too arrogant."

The men and women next to him also began to lecture him.

"That's right, don't pretend to be cool. If you pretend, you'll get struck by lightning. You've heard that, right?"

"You have to be low-key. We know you're a big star, but do you know who we are?"

"If you want to call the police, that's fine, but it's your people who will be lost."

"Come on, let me take some pictures of you. If you dare to call the police, we will post them on WeChat Moments."

"Yes, this is a great idea. Come on, I'll take a few pictures too, so I can have some fun when I have nothing to do."

"Haha, I wonder if your mother can still recognize you."

"Be careful next time. If you act so arrogant again, I'll beat you up every time I see you."

"What a boastful fellow! He claims to be the King of Sanda and the heir of Wudang. He has absolutely no sense of shame."

"Let me tell you, Wudang is a great sect in the martial arts world, and it's home to many great masters. Don't lie about being from Wudang in the future. You can't bring shame to Wudang. We all admire Wudang."

"Yes, yes, we are all students of the martial arts school. We came up the mountain to find a master this time. I didn't expect that after finally meeting one, he turned out to be trash."

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