Translator: Aran

  "Reason? Do I look like the kind who would reason with you?" Ye Qingyu asked as he lifted his leg again, shattering the other leg of the vile slave with another crack. Blood flowed out of the fracture, and he wiped the blood from his feet on the slave's clothes. "Why the fuck are you talking about reasoning with me, when you're not reasonable yourself?" he said.

  "Ah…… don't, don't…… I was wrong……" the triangular-faced vile slave cried and began to beg.

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