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... room.


Zhou Zifeng quickly went up to him and asked, “Chief Chu, how is he?”


Chu Li sighed and shook his head.


“Chief Chu, is my father’s injury…?” Zhou Zifeng’s expression darkened.


Chu Li scanned through the crowd and murmured, “The High Duke’s injury is different from Second Master’s.”


Zhou Zimo asked frantically, “They’re both Shura Palms, what’s the difference? They should be a piece of cake for you, Chief Chu. As easy as lifting a finger, no ...

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