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... he money and was spat upon was now enraged. He raised his hand and landed a punch on Wei Qinghe’s stomach.
A muffled thud echoed.
The fist intimately met the soft flesh of the man’s stomach.
Wei Qinghe’s facial expression twisted in pain.
"Why are you so obstinate when you’re neither wealthy nor powerful? You think you can protect anyone? Ridiculous." The man said after a powerful kick to Wei Qinghe’s kneecap, yanking at his hair even harder.
Each word was ...
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