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... ack for a moment, then laughed angrily: "Then I'll kill you bastard..."

  Before Jiang Bo said the word "Xi", Zhou An shot directly, kicking Jiang Bo flying like a football!

   Zhou An's power is so great that a dude like Jiang Bo can't afford it. Jiang Bo flew upside down like a rubber ball, hitting the ground heavily and screaming again and again.

  Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and Jiang Bo's bodyguards had no time to react until they came back to their sens ...

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