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... kill the Chinese.
"Fukushima's Dashichi brew, I smell the taste of my hometown."
Just when he was about to make a move, he suddenly heard a familiar accent.
He looked at Cheng Qianfan.
Cheng Qianfan smiled, his face was filled with the joy of meeting fellow villagers in a foreign country.
Happy smiling face, joyful eyes looking forward to each other, looking into each other's eyes:
surprise.
Suspect.
Joy.
Be vigil ...
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