Lu Yang shook his head: "I don't mind you talking to me about basketball jokes, but I mind when you mention my family."
"Likewise. I don't mind being hit by a ball during a match, but outside of the match, I mind a lot!"
With that, Lu Yang flipped his hand.
The soccer ball fell to the ground.
But with a sudden flick of his instep.
The soccer ball flew sharply towards Mebarak.
Bam!
Although there was no exaggerated power movement.
But Lu Yang was someone who could shoot a powerful goal with just a standing leg swing!
The soccer ball struck Mebarak's face.
Mebarak was hit hard, stumbling backwards with flailing arms.
"F*ck! I..."
Bam!
Mebarak didn't get the chance to finish his curse.
Because Lu Yang had already charged up and punched him in the abdomen.
As he was leaning back, he naturally curled up due to the physical reaction.
It was as if in the process of falling backward, he voluntarily brought his face forward again.
Bam bam bam!
