"Brother Lu, what should I do with this note?" The man who spoke had an obvious scar on his face, which trembled with the frequency of his words, making him look a little scary.
Xu Lu lowered his eyes and looked at the unresponsive man lying on the ground out of the corner of his eye. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly: "I didn't expect you to have this day, bitch."
The person on the ground seemed to have heard this insulting name and wanted to resist, but the wounds all over his body restricted his movements. He swayed on the ground twice, but finally gave up and lay on the ground like a corpse again.
Xu Lu stood up slowly, lightly kicked the opponent's head twice with the tip of his leather shoe, and smiled evilly: "Don't you love to be clean the most? Look what you look like now? You pretend to be so similar, I was almost fooled by you." After saying that, in order to relieve his hatred, he kicked hard.
The man groaned in pain, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Kill me."
"Kill you?" As if he heard some joke, Xu Lu laughed heartily, then squatted down and said in a voice that could only be heard between two people: "I can't bear to kill you, we still have a lot of time to play slowly.