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... the image coming from his phone and let out a cold sneer.
"You’re demanding protection fees from me. I want to see if you’ll live long enough to receive it!"
After saying that, Zheng Qiang threw his phone to the ground. He pulled out a pistol from the drawer, loaded the bullets, his eyes gleamed with icy malice.
Ren Feifan climbed the stairs, only to encounter another group trying to block his way.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he threw punches at them and opened ...
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