"Isn't it strange that I, an ordinary ancient martial artist with no true qi, can snatch a gun from your hand?"

Jiang Ming's somewhat ridiculous words made the driver even more depressed, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

"If I say it's a coincidence, would you believe it?"

The driver didn't believe it at all, his voice ......

"My Peerless White Rich Wife" Chapter 98 You Can't Be So Powerful It's a hand hit, please wait a moment,

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