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In the wee hours, the street was both silent and lively.
Leng Mu and others knelt there, shivering.
Since Lin Fan had spoken, Luo Shaoyong was too lazy to pursue the matter further.
"Today, you're lucky to be alive. If there's a next time, I'll bury you all!"
"Thank you, Mr. Luo... Thank you, boss... I won't dare to do it again..."
Leng Mu, on the verge of tears from relief, knelt on the ground, continuously kowtowing.
He couldn't see the mysterious big shot.
But he knew that this person's presence must be more formidable than Luo Shaoyong's.
"Get lost!"
Luo Shaoyong waved his hand, and the crowd immediately parted to make way.
As the stretch luxury car drove away, nearly a hundred cars of the Martial Alliance also vanished into the darkness of the night.
"You bunch of bastards, are you trying to get me killed?"
Leng Mu sat on the ground, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
He had just returned to the country and had already caused big trouble.
