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... ang.
The raucous music also stopped playing.
The guests who were having a good time now started to leave one after another.
After all, these people held glittering objects in their hands.
No one wanted to be involved.
"It was you, you bastard, who kicked my brother’s brother!"
Qing Lang strode up to Lin Fan.
One foot stepped on the coffee table.
The cleaver in his hand pointed directly at Lin Fan.
But his eyes kept roving ov ...
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