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... Dragon Kingdom. Thus, they were used to being rude and unreasonable.

Pang Ban used 70% of his strength to slap Qin Haodong in order to directly make a fool of him.

Unexpectedly, before he could even touch the corner of his clothes, his wrist was held in a tight grip.

Qin Haodong sneered and said, “Want to rob us of food?! Unfortunately, you don’t have the strength!”

“You’re courting death!”

Pang Ban was shamed into anger. In order to regain his dignity, he immediate ...

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