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The young master didn't take Lin Dong seriously at all. A guy dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, looking like a student— he didn't even know how many girlfriends of such guys he had taken.
"Young man, you're still in school, right? You really don't know how high the sky is or how deep the earth is, to actually dare to tell me to roll!"
The well-dressed young master was still laughing.
Lin Dong said, "Still not rolling?"
"Okay! Then I'll make you roll!"
Lin Dong slapped him across the face.
"Bang!" The young master flew directly from in front of Lin Dong, crashing into the main gate of the venue over ten meters away, his life and death uncertain.
Wow!!!
Naturally, the scene also shocked everyone at the Charity Gala.
The types of people who could attend such a Charity Gala were all nobles, where such brawling incidents never occurred.
They resolved problems with power and money, not with this sort of violence, which they despised.
