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... o tapped the ground with one leg and swiveled the bar stool to look behind her.
At that moment, the roaring man was still cursing and swearing, his eyes bloodshot like blood itself, his overall state slightly crazed.
The wooden door he had kicked open was hanging by a thread, with the doorstop broken, and the door panel seemed ready to fall off any moment.
Li Qiao's expression remained indifferent as her gaze wandered to the private room's inner chamber, where, through a ...
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