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... over, immediately separating Qin Xin and the girl with the ponytail.
The man leading them was very robust, with a tattooed arm like Charlie’s, speaking as cold as steel and as precise as a machine: "Where does this poor girl come from? Stay away from our Miss Sara. If you don’t leave quickly, my fists aren’t just for show!"
Qin Xin’s gaze swept over the man’s neck.
Didn’t notice any wing mark.
She calmly asked, "Are you a racer?"
Miss Sara proudly replied ...
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