I Want Your Ex-Wife

It was a full-strength punch as Hao's bleeding lip could tell.

He grunted and wiped away the blood, volcanic rage tearing in his chest.

The motherfucker should dare to hit him.

"I'm going to kill you!" He lifted his right leg in a snarl and kicked the other man on the thigh.

Yixuan stumbled a few steps back, his leg showing an immediate bruise.

But neither of them could feel any physical pain at this point.

He dashed over.

In no time the two men engaged themselves in a fierce scuffle, gripping on each other's collar and throwing punches against each other.

"She's mine."

"So what? She's your ex-wife and I want her."

"Go to hell!"

"Get off of me!"

Verbal attacks mixed with punches.

It seemed as if the two decent men had suddenly reduced to primitive levels and were fighting a ferocious battle to court his partner.

The charade didn't stop until a grating crash piercing through the arena.