I couldn't take care of it much, so I unloaded the knife in the hands of the local tyrant with my bare hands.

The local tyrant screamed in pain, staring at me in disbelief.

"You wait for me, and I'll call someone right away, so that you don't have a place to bury." The local tyrant gritted his back molars tightly and scolded coldly.

The boy's screams continued on the street corner......

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