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Brother Qing, this guy weighs nearly four hundred pounds. When he kicked out, it was much heavier than the kick from Chen Zixu, flipping the guy with a somersault in an instant.
"Brother Qing... you... I'm Zhao Lin." It was the pain in his body that mattered less, but that Brother Qing kicked him made Zhao Lin completely confused. He cried out in a hoarse voice, scrambling to understand why. That young man who came in with Brother Qing might recognize Song Xiaodong, which was one thing, but Brother Qing was his good friend. Why would he hit him?
"It's exactly you, you bastard," Brother Qing roared angrily, unleashing another kick. Although he didn't quite understand who that person was, the fact that Chen Zixu treated him with such respect was a clear sign that he was not someone Brother Qing could afford to offend.
