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Ye Huan’s words left the whole place in pin-drop silence.

Even Song Yanhong and Su Qingqing were stunned.

What Ye Huan meant was, didn’t it imply that he believed he was more badass than the bald man’s nephew?

The onlookers looked at Ye Huan as if he were an idiot, swallowing hard and starting to chatter.

"What’s with this young man? The big brother’s nephew is about to arrive, and this guy... still dares to speak so boldly?"

"I... I don’t know either ...

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