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"Heh heh, I've really met a thorn this time! Take the chopsticks with you! This guy can really talk, if it were somebody else, they might actually get blown up with anger because of him." Not far from Sancha River town, in a car, Chen Yingjun looked at the disconnected call and mused.
The young man driving the car chuckled, "Brother Jun, you've met your match this time! The guy we're looking for this time doesn't seem easy to talk to."
"No rush, let's see how it goes," Chen Yingjun smiled and turned slightly to say to the person in the back seat. "Brother Erbao, it's all on you this time. It doesn't matter whether we win or lose, as long as Black Lion dares to fight the old tiger for two rounds, our trip won't be in vain."
The man in the back seat, who looked stone-cold but was actually not that old, managed a forced smile, "Don't worry, Brother Jun, I've got some confidence in this."
