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... Mu’s stomach, relentlessly raining punches down on his face.

Zhou Mu refused to surrender, his body writhing in an attempt to escape Demolishor’s hold.

Both were locked in a fierce battle, their minds devoid of any thought but the fight.

To the principal, however, the scene took on a different meaning.

Demolishor was marked with red handprints, his hair disheveled, eyes bloodshot, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Zhou Mu lay pinned beneath him, his waist b ...

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