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Chapter 22 Showdown, my dad is actually the curator of the martial arts hall!(2/2)

"Brother! I just want to come to this rich area to buy some goods. Seeing you wearing sportswear all over your body, you can see a flop with no power and power. Another person is thinking of asking you to take a few hundred yuan to drink! What a shit Xiaoyan, a young master's plane with kidney deficiency, I don't know!!"

The cement nobles shouted hysterically, and their noses were all in their mouths!!

“???”

When Qin Lang heard this, he looked confused!!

Is it because I am even able to lose my price?

"Brother Lang, what does it mean to take some goods?"

Li Wu was a little confused on the side.

"It's just a thief who steals things."

Qin Lang replied.

"What a thief! I'm called stealing the rich to help the poor!"

It is so unpleasant to steal money from the rich to help him, the poor.

"Click!!"

As soon as the yellow-haired words fell, a crackling sound like a broken bamboo sounded!!

In an instant, the yellow hair almost fainted in pain!

Li Wu's mouth twitched!

It’s a waste, and the hand was broken when it was folded to the back of the hand. Brother Lang still needs to make it straight again, and it’s a waste!!

"Get out, I'll kill your fingers next time I see you!"

Qin Lang's tone was plain.

"Thank you brother! Thank you two brothers!!!"

The cement nobleman got up with a look of gratitude!

I never expected that my hand that had just been broken was recovered!!

And it can move!!
Chapter completed!
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