Lin Ye's neck was grabbed by Yan Xiniu, and in an instant, he felt a tightness in his chest.
"Why are you looking for the old soldier?"
Yan Xiniu shouted in Lin Ye's ear, "You didn't just come to my martial arts school randomly. You're looking for the old soldier. I asked Old Chen..."
Lin Ye raised his right hand and grabbed Yan Xiniu's wrist, trying to pull away, but he couldn't.
The next moment, Lin Ye raised his left hand.
But unexpectedly, Yan Xiniu suddenly released his grip and lay sprawled on the ground. Drunk and muttering to himself, "I'm an old soldier. You've come to the right place."
Lin Ye sat up, a sharp pain shooting through his neck. Looking at the sleeping Yan Xiniu, a look of confusion crossed Lin Ye's eyes.
A moment later, at the martial arts school.
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