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... in’s heart sink to the bottom.
Hearing this, the slender and beautiful officer slowly raised his hand and pulled out his gun. Then, he pointed the black muzzle at his chest.
Her snow-white fingertip was on the trigger.
Qi Jin, I won’t allow you to agree!
Fu min’s pupils contracted and he raised his voice.
Sheng Jinghua’s gun was still pointed at Fu min, and his finger was still on the trigger. His clear voice rang out as he threatened, “”Or you want to see her ...
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