Please forgive me, Master.

Milo Leng was still leaning lazily on the sofa, but he was holding an ashtray in his hand, which was stained with Lin Wuyi's blood. Lin Wuyi rushed over and attacked again. A similar scene appeared again, and Lin Wuyi's fist came fiercely towards Milo Leng's face. This time, Lin Wuyi stared at Milo Leng's every move. Just as Lin Wuyi's fist was approaching Milo Leng, Lin Wuyi saw Milo Leng's hand holding an ashtray waving at him. Lin Wuyi was prepared and he quickly changed his tactics to resist. But...