Torture

Su Mingyang gave Lou Xiaoxiao a cold look. "You seem to be very close to Lou Qianxue?"

Lou Xiaoxiao pointed her chin up. "So what if I am?"

"Today, I will let you know what it means when we say birds of the same feather flock together. Objects are categorized by type, and humans are classified by groups. The friend of a useless piece of trash is still another piece of useless trash!"

After saying that, Su Mingyang laughed evilly and became even more aggressive. Like a ferocious tiger, he attacked Lou Xiaoxiao.

Lou Xiaoxiao clenched her fists and yelled. She faced him head-on.

Boom!

The two of them hit each other with a fist and a palm. They distanced away upon contact and fought again.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The two figures flashed on stage like lightning. Only the cracked slabs that they stepped on could depict the intensity of the battle.

As they intently watched the match, the crowd even forgot to breathe.