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... this."
Pei Jun rose leisurely, strolling toward Quan Songyong. Though tall, he had a refined look, enhanced by a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.
"Get lost! I refuse to accept this! I’m going to smash this bastard’s shell!" Quan Songyong had clearly lost all reason. Without even turning his head, he roared, his bloodshot eyes still fixed on the unconcerned Master Song as he hammered away with his swollen fists.
"Heh, you’re tired. Go and rest. I can handle this old turtle." ...
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