The grandfather of the sun moved to the sky directly above the small county town, and the middle-aged man who was standing smoking in front of the game hall snuffed out the remaining half of the cigarette butt and threw it to the corner of the wall on the side, the man raised his hand and dragged the black mask hanging on his chin because of smoking to cover it again on the emaciated cheek, the man squinted and looked up at the sun, and whispered something to curse.

"It's over! It's over, it's over! An anxious voice came from the game hall, accompanied by the snapping sound of the boy stepping on the floor, the man leaned against the door and looked in, and a young man in black shouted and rushed towards this side, probably because the light in the room was too ......

Chapter 97 The young man is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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