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ion. he let out a hoarse voice, his throat pounding with each step. \"do you think the ethics of this profession can wake me up? I've woken up now, with a clear will, and I want to kill you, that's all.\"
xiao Zhang opened his mouth, but was unable to speak in the face of the bloody man's terrifying pressure.
qin hai looked at Zhang xiaoxiao, gestured to hold the bag, smiled at her and said: “do you know about this?”
when Zhang xiaoxiao's pants became hot, the smelly liquid could not stop seeping out from the fabric and spilling on the floor. he was so nervous that he could not move his legs. he fell to the ground and continued crawling backwards, leaving a wet trail on the road. , what he sees in his eyes, filled with fear, is a familiar suitcase.
It was the bag of a female murderer who mitted suicide by jumping off the railroad tracks. he clearly remembered that there were several heads and various instruments of violence hidden inside.
“Yes, please wear it that day.” qin haigui smiled as he took out a knife that reflected cold light from his bag and continued to move forward step by step.
“I will fight you!” xiao qiang looked at the group of hateful thugs with a face filled with hatred and anger. he ran towards qin hai and the others without a weapon and screaming.
however, the seemingly heroic xiao Zhang was like a praying mantis trying to stop the rut. At the moment he jumped up, qing hai had already dropped the bone cutte
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