Sitting in the van and looking at the largest nightclub on Bard Street in front of me, "Feihuang", I had a stomach full of doubts. "Uncle Mao... Is your plan reliable?? Why do I feel unsure..." Uncle Mao leaned his arm out of the window and flicked cigarette ash and smiled faintly. Say now we're going to dance on the blade, with the brazier below. Every wrong step is death...

Chapter 357 of "Bloody Youth Without Regrets" The fish is dead and the net is broken: toast and don't eat is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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