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... the comer pushed the door in and hadn't looked up, the emperor had rushed to his eyes like an arrow, clamped the comer's jaw stiffly and twisted his neck, and split his palm knife like a hammer.

哐 When the man bumped against the wall, fortunately, the piece of leather on the back of the neck blocked most of the impact, and he fainted twice before he fainted. "What the hell, come on--"

It was said that sooner or later, the marshal rushed to the door of the bathroom and whistled som ...

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