At this moment, a cold sarcasm came from behind several people.

Everyone turned around, and what greeted them was the thin monkey standing behind them with his hands on his chest, his eyes full of disdain.

"Skinny monkey, you're crazy, what are you talking about?"

"The three masters of the West End are dead, and this is the funniest joke I've heard this year, who doesn't know......

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