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... fast that even Su Tinglan, who was very skilled, couldn’t react in time. He knocked his head on the table and kowtowed to Yi Juncheng and Sheng Yang.


In an instant, Su Tinglan was about to cry. He rubbed his forehead. “What are you doing?”


He was clearly a big shot in the police force, but at this moment, he looked aggrieved.


“I’m confiscating this.” Yi Juncheng was relentless.


Su Tinglan felt even more aggrieved. “Do you know how much effort ...

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