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After hanging up the phone, Anqing's face turned defiant and fierce.
He kicked the black man in the stomach, standing on him to ask.
"Speak, who sent you."
The black man, doubled over and howling in pain, was physically larger and stronger than Anqing, but he still couldn't beat him.
His companion who had come along with him had also been beaten into submission, and Chen Chen and the others were baring their teeth and glaring at the group of foreigners on the ground.
"Who the hell is so sneaky, picking this time to cause trouble? Isn't this deliberately preventing us from competing in the match?"
Anqing's eyes darkened, brooding and stormy.
He sneered coldly, picked up a broken bottle from the ground, grabbed the black man's collar, and pressed the bottle neck against his throat.
His dark eyes bore into the black man's, oppressive as he demanded, "Either talk or die, your choice?"
