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... o brew a pot of tea to drink while they slowly waited or just stand there waiting for Yang Erlang to return...
Yang Ge came back carrying a burly man alias Yan Futu.
The father and son focused their eyes and saw that Yan Futu, who had just been flaunting his might like a wolf or a tiger, was now held in Yang Ge’s hand like a little chick. His sturdy legs were as limp as willows fluttering in the wind, with all his joints seemingly dislocated, especially his arms, which were twist ...
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