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"You no longer have a future," Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.
As he finished speaking, the stool flew, striking his palms with the speed of lightning.
"Ah..."
A pig-like scream immediately burst from his mouth.
Zhang Xiaohao found a rope, looped it over his head, and dragged him out like a dead dog.
Heading towards the hall.
Along the way, the ground was littered with broken fragments.
Whether it was vases or other decorative items, all were smashed to pieces.
Those who had been dining were also forcibly driven away by Zhou Jianfei and his people.
Now, the Gourmet Restaurant, besides the staff, was devoid of any outsiders.
Reaching the hall.
Zhang Xiaohao wrapped the rope around the beam, hoisting the electric pole up.
Scrape scrape scrape...
The sound of dense footsteps came from upstairs, Sun Dafu, leading a group of beauties from the public relations department, walked down with an overwhelming evil aura.
