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Bearchild’s enormous body slowly keeled over, his knees hitting the ground before he fell on his hands. As he groaned in the agony of being unable to breathe, Richard walked over and lifted his head by the air.

*Smack! Smack!* A few teeth flew out from his face as Richard whispered, “You wanna fuck, don’t you? Well, you can fuck right off back to your tribe.”

Bearchild’s face turned pale before a blush of anger overcame his expression, blood still leaking from his mouth. A public defeat was one thing, but to be slapped around like this was entirely different; this was a shame that he could not erase in his lifetime. He had wanted to beat Richard up and spit in his face in front of everyone, but he didn’t expect this...