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They were the people that Xia Yishan and Yan Lang had urgently transferred over.

Actually, it wasn’t too late!

The leader walked over and stood in front of Yan Lang.” Mr. Yan, we’re late.”

Yan Lang nodded, signaling them to be on high alert and not to relax.

The Yin family was speechless.

Two of them had already beaten him to the ground, and now there were so many of them. They must have controlled the entire mountain!

Damn it, didn’t he ...

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