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... had happened.
Seeing that there were more onlookers, the young Daoist priest panicked.
He had just come here to work. It was his daily job to collect tickets here. This was the first time he had encountered such a thing.
Forced into a corner, the young Daoist said,
“You’d better hand over the tickets. Otherwise, I won’t be able to do my job.”
The bespectacled man’s face turned cold as he scolded the middle-aged woman.
“Are you f*cking crazy? Let me ...
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