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... een Zhang Yang. Punch inside.
"Who are you?"
That is to say, as soon as the two arrived at the door, they were blocked by a dozen men in very black suits. Their suits were not the stalls worn by Liu Biao. From the perspective of the fabric, at least one set was several thousand yuan.
"I, I ... I'm Liu Biao ..." Liu Biao fainted and stuttered.
"I ask who you are." A man in a suit with a cold expression on his face.
"I'm Xiao ... No no ... I'm ... he, he, I know ...
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