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... inister dangers in the red dust, I thought that Zhao Xingyu could not live to come out, but I did not expect Zhao Xingyu to come back alive.

Needless to say, when I saw Huang Baochang personally carrying the bright slashing knife, I knew that Zhao Xingyu had said everything.

Others may not dare to come here, but Huang Baochang is just one of the leaders who have transferred from the nearby city Guo to maintain law and order. He killed the sons of others, and it is entirely possible ...

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