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"Really?"
Just as Ma Hua's words ended, a very cold voice followed.
"Of course, I always mean what I say!"
Ma Hua instinctively spoke without even glancing at the person speaking.
The last incident had been an accident; how could he be unlucky every day, blocked by one iron plate after another when trying to do anything?
In the university town area, he, Ma Hua, was quite capable.
"Good, I hope you can stand by your word, and it's true you won't regret it."
Yang Xiao said coldly, his eyes staring at Ma Hua with a chill.
Ma Hua, arrogant as he was, was about to spout more harsh words, but they stuck in his throat.
He furrowed his brow, feeling that the voice of the person who had spoken earlier sounded familiar, leaving a deep impression on him.
In his territory, he had never taken anyone else seriously, and the number of people whose voices he remembered could be counted on one hand—all no small fry.
Could it be...
