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... “Speak.”
Bai Ziyan’s heart unknowingly thumped in fear, wanting to retort a few words, but then Qu Feitai held up a fist and waved it, “Speak or not?”
He wasn’t as tall as Qu Feitai, who held him up like a hawk holding a chick, and in addition, Qu Feitai had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, capable of crushing him with a flick of his little finger.
Bai Ziyan immediately backed down: “Fine, I’ll talk, just let go of me first.”
On the fourth day of ...
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