C852 He Would Rather Die than Submit

What I didn't expect was, just a few steps into the bush, Huang Mao, who was holding a machete, dashed out. He pointed the machete at Luo Shaan's chest. He said arrogantly, "Stinking brat, what are you looking at with your shifty eyes? It's none of your business here. If you don't want to die, then f * cking get the f * * k out of here!"

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