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... y, barreling towards Wang Qingyun.
The driver, with a cigarette hanging from his mouth, chose to slam on the brakes when he was about a meter away from Wang Qingyun.
"Damn it, the brake pads aren’t working properly... damn damn damn"
He was terrified. If he continued this way and accidentally crushed someone, he would face prison time under a blur of blood and flesh.
Laozi isn’t Lu Xun, after all, I dare not face the vivid blood or the bleak life.
What to ...
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