By Hook or By Crook　

That was indeed the truth. That proud, happy, eye-catching young maiden was Ling Chuxi!

Below the fighting ring, the disciples of the Ling family were waving their fists excitedly. Some people even loudly shouted Ling Chuxi's name. The look of excitement on their faces were even happier than if they themselves had won.

Ling Yuanhong was also calling out, "Did you see that? Did you see that? That is my Chuxi! My Chuxi is awesome, right?! Instant-kill, really instant-kill!"

"To hell with you. When did Chuxi became yours?!"

"Bullsh*t. Don't talk nonsense. Chuxi is not yours!"

The moment Ling Yuanhong finished speaking, he was beaten by a few of the Ling family's disciples.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ah, don't hit my face. I need to make a living with my face…"

 "Then I need to beat your face more. You shameless person. Chuxi is not yours!"

"That's right, beat him till his face splits!"

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