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... f pockmarks, looked sour-faced and muttered a few words under his breath, unclear about whom he was griping.
The people in the courtyard put down their work and bustled about. Two young lads around fifteen or sixteen stepped forward, glaring at Wang Anfeng with faces full of caution.
Wang Anfeng withdrew his gaze from Miao Zhiquiao and the other, returning a smile.
One of the lads, tall and bold, who looked more outgoing with a tigerish demeanor, took a step forward and s ...
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