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The summer night wind blew across the square in front of the station, not bringing a trace of coolness, only heat, which made Quan Sangin's already anxious mood even edgier.
"Scram!"
Quan Sangin cursed.
"I only sell top-quality goods, and they're really cheap too."
The man in sunglasses, still smiling and unperturbed, persisted in hawking his wares.
"Xiba!"
Quan Sangin, seeing that the man wouldn't leave, lifted his foot and kicked at him.
Not to mention that this was in the Divine Ruins, and the man peddling his wares in front of him was a product of rule pollution—even if he were a real person, Quan Sangin wouldn't care.
Strength gave Quan Sangin the confidence to be fearless.
Bang!
The man in sunglasses took a kick to the thigh, fell to the ground, and several cellphones spilled out from his pockets.
Spit!
Quan Sangin spat toward the man in sunglasses.
