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"The fifth kill..."
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"The one hundred thirtieth kill..."
As Ye Qingfeng’s finger pointed out.
A mass of flames continually vanished into the void.
At the same time, the young masters of the Hong, Luo, and Xu families.
No matter the place, whether it was a karaoke bar, an elite office building, a mansion, or a farmhouse.
Regardless of elderly elders, middle-aged elites, spirited youths, or babbling children, ...
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