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... rnst and Carmen Medici arrived with many Western martial artists.

“Supervisor Chen, even though Chu Zhou is from your Battleaxe Martial arts school, he killed our Ernst Family’s Komora Ernst. He must die.”

Dahl Ernst glared at Chen Bazhou without giving in.

“A life to compensate for a life. It’s only right—This is an ancient saying of your East. The west is in agreement.”

“We’ve already found out that Komora and Loren had each transferred their savings to Chu Zhou ...

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