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... punches collided.
“Hahaha, direct confrontation? Fine, I despise retarded rich people like you. I’ll let you know with one fist who’s a fucking trash!” Within Ye Qingyu’s eyes, a gaze similar to that of a violent wild beast also appeared.
Liu Lei’s heart, at that instant, suddenly constricted.
The next instant.
Boom!
Blood was everywhere.
The layer of skin on Ye Qingyu’s fist suddenly broke apart, exposing the flesh and blood spurted o ...
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