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... n?" Ruan Zonglin asked desperately.
Lin Zhenxin calmly turned her gaze, looking at the man with dreadlock hair.
"Naturally, the Ruan Family takes three, we take seven."
Ruan Zhiming’s hand never loosened, tightly clenched, lips pressed firmly.
His eyes suddenly fell on the private soldiers at the door.
A thought came to him.
Even if they agreed for now, so what?
As long as Elliott’s gun could move away from Zonglin’s head, they wouldn’t lea ...
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