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"Drink!"
At that moment, the burly man roared and swung his machete fiercely towards Zhao Yuanzhi, the blade carrying a sharp burst of energy as it struck out at him.
Bang!
Zhao Yuanzhi's expression was cold as he punched out fiercely, colliding brutally with the machete, unleashing a terrifying force.
Crack!
Immediately, the hefty machete shattered, and Zhao Yuanzhi's punch hit the man squarely, sending him flying and smashing a gambling table to smithereens; the man lay on the ground, vomiting blood profusely.
Seeing this, Qianji Chen's eyes twinkled and the surrounding gamblers all wore shocked expressions.
Someone actually dared to make a move against the Liuhe Society in Donggang, it was simply unbelievable.
Xiao Yifeng walked over to the man, stepped on his face, and sneered, "I told you to scram on your own, to avoid further disgrace, yet you refused to believe it and insisted on begging for a beating. What's the point?"
Bang!
