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... y were about to kill Su and Onizuka, but such a change occurred, and they were naturally angry.

"This is our prey!"

The black woman shouted and held a long-handled tomahawk in a defensive posture. Hoffman's reaction was quicker. He suddenly threw a javelin at Onizuka and rushed towards Su, preparing to kill the two of them. Kill all.

However, the sudden appearance of the Warrior of Darkness stopped him.

The fat hippie man appeared in front of Onizuka, and without hesi ...

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