Chapter 564
The difference between an eighth-grade and a third-grade grandmaster was huge. With just one slap, Yvette had no chance to fight back.
She was sent flying, spitting blood.
"A mere third-grade dares to block me? Ridiculous! If you weren't pretty, you'd be dead by now," Mike sneered in anger.
He had held back some force in his slap—he had planned to enjoy Yvette after all. He didn't want to kill her.
He walked past her, heading upstairs. But just as he was about to climb the stairs, someone grabbed his leg.
Yvette coughed up blood but managed to smile weakly. "You old fool, you think you're worthy of touching me? You're nothing compared to Steven."
"Get lost!" Mike roared in fury. He kicked her hard and sent her flying again!
Yvette's bones were shattered. Her body snapped like a shrimp, severely injured. She had little time left to live.
"Fuck, you're spoiling my fun! After I'm done with you, I'll tear you apart and feed you to the wolves!"
His anger flared. With a cold grunt,
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