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Li Erpang drove with a dark face, exuding an arrogant aura as if he would slay anyone in his path, be they man or Buddha.
Su Xiaosu turned around, clutching her chest.
Her gaze was gentle as she watched Li Erpang from a distance, his figure emerging with his head bowed, like a king making his return, and she remained silent for a long time.
Her Erpang, the handsomest.
After venting his emotions, he felt refreshed, like Little Fatty who just had his fill of ice cream, when suddenly he shivered inexplicably.
Why has it suddenly become cold?
Hiss hiss hiss—
Little Fatty looked down at the bloody mess of a corpse and spat coldly, "The nerve of you to hit Master Fatty with a car in broad daylight! Do you know I was racing at top speeds on major forums when you were still growing your fur! Pfft! Who in the forums doesn't know that I, 'Master Fatty from before the Common Era,' am the racing god of Akina Mountain?"
"You went too hard."
