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Zhang Jinghua rounded his walking stick and smashed on the top of Zhang Chenggong's head. The blood immediately burst out and the person fell to the ground.
Under the anger of Zhang Jinghua, the murderer's heart was full, and the strength was not small. The crutches made of dense solid sandalwood were immediately broken.
"Dad, aren't you afraid of killing me?"
There wasn't much fat cushion on the top of his head, and Zhang Chenggong was so painful that he grinned his t ...
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