"Ahem! Ahem, ahem! ”

"Good, good! In one fell swoop, he can knock out the smuggling hub, and he can logically arrest some officials, he will not sit idly by, and he will not ....."

The capital, the Imperial Palace.

In the dormitory, the Emperor of the Apocalypse rolled up the silk quilt, his eyes were red, and he muttered to himself excitedly.

However, when the excitement faded, the pain from within his body poured out, so much so that it filled his limbs and made his muscles break out in a cold sweat.

Chapter 340 How Long Can You Last? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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