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... l quite important in the Fair Association."


"And then?" Jill raised his eyebrows.


"If I die in your hands, you might be in trouble. Big trouble. I'll let you know in the end and let me go."


"Is that so?" Jill pushed his cowboy hat, and the corners of his handsome face curled up. "I like trouble the most. Your Fair Association is up to you."


"Sigh..." Duan Ye sighed. "Brother Ji, you're too stubborn. After that, the 'surprise' will come. Don't regre ...

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