"Heh heh."
Ye Xuan sneered indifferently, looking down condescendingly at Lu Yu, who was kneeling at his feet, a trace of contemptuous laughter in his eyes.
This Lu Yu really overestimated himself.
"As long as you accept your defeat. As per our bet, you still owe me ten kowtows."
Ye Xuan smiled faintly and said with disdain, not taking Lu Yu seriously at all. To him, Lu Yu was more like an ant, something he could crush at will if he wanted.
"Thud, thud, thud..."
This time, Lu Yu didn't dare to argue or be arrogant. Without hesitation, he slammed his head hard onto the ground.
Lu Yu kowtowed with great effort.
The floor of the Guard Bureau was stained with a few drops of blood.
And Lu Yu's forehead was unbearably swollen.
The entire process.
Ye Xuan watched coldly, with no hint of compassion in his eyes, just coldly looking down as Lu Yu kept kowtowing.
One must bear the consequences of their own actions.
Ye Xuan was not a saint; he had no reason to forgive Lu Yu.
