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Brother Xiong sat grandly on the leather sofa, two of his henchmen standing by his sides.
He stretched out his legs, his shoes propped on the edge of the coffee table, flicking his cigarette, ash falling directly onto the carpet.
After catching his breath, Lao Wai stood up supporting his waist, the dull pain from hitting his back on the shoe cabinet still spreading. He looked expressionlessly at Brother Xiong: "What do you want."
Brother Xiong blew out a smok ...
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