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His hand gripped a life, yet his eyes remained as calm as the surface of a lake. In the past, these thugs who often compared themselves to fierce warriors now found their legs trembling uncontrollably.
Such composure—how could it exist if not forged through killing enough people?
Run!
Hurry up and run!
Damn Zhou Zidong for setting up such an iron plate for them to kick!
Cursing inwardly, they prepared to flee at full speed.
"Stop."
Before they had taken three steps, Xu Fan's voice rang out from behind, sending a chill straight to their crowns, and they turned their heads in dazed astonishment.
"Go back and tell Zhou Zidong that I, Xu Fan, will remember today's hospitality," Xu Fan said.
After speaking, Xu Fan's arm shook, and he threw the gasping boss, who had been pressed against the wall, back to them.
This was a dead-end alley. The two guys arranged to hold Xia Xiaodie saw Xu Fan approaching and were so scared they immediately knelt on the ground.
