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Under the pincer attack from Jing Rong and Ji Yunshu, the defense line in Liu Zhiliang's heart had long been destroyed.

Both his hands were hanging inside his sleeves, and his palms were sweating profusely!

I don't know where to look with those deceptive eyes, but in the end, I had no choice but to lower my head, and the corners of my mouth twitched into a smile