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... ck a step, almost falling down.
Nangong Yaoling stepped forward, grabbed his collar, and threw another punch without a word.
The movement was fast, precise, and ruthless.
Liang Shaochen fell to the ground.
There was no resistance, no struggle.
Nor was there any resentment.
All he had was an apology to his good brother and inner worry and unease.
Nangong Yaoling gritted his teeth and rushed forward to hit him again.
At this moment, a ...
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