chapter 82 force me to break up

Ah Quan covered his palms in pain, his temples exploded with pain, and his palms were stained with blood, and the blood kept dripping on the floor.

Wang Ya and Valter Foster had shocked expressions in their eyes. The wine glass spun for a full ten seconds before it stopped and got stuck in the wooden board. The wooden boards behind the screen were made of fine nanmu. They were usually made of Even a machete may not be able to cut it, but this hand is comparable to that of a god.

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