Although Qian Youwei was tall and fat, how could this old wretch, whose body had long been hollowed out by alcohol and women, compare to the young and vigorous Chen Mo?
Furthermore, with his collar already grabbed in a tight grip, he watched helplessly as a fist smashed straight toward his swollen, fatty face.
In an instant, his left cheek felt as though it had been struck by an iron block, and two of his teeth were nearly knocked out.
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