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... nd then said, "There will be six boatmen on the ship, who will send Boss Wan to Wanjia."

Liu Tong leaned to move the bonsai on the window frame, and a hole was opened in the wall, exposing a narrow passage.

"Going out of here is where the boatmen meet."

I looked at him: "So how are you going to deal with Wang You?"

Liu Tong relied calmly, "There is always a way, you can rest assured."

I looked at him again, picked up the bag, walked to the hole, lost the bag, t ...

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