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However, not a single thing that he had expected happened. The person standing in front of him didn't fall, and his fists didn't even touch anything.

Naturally, Li Su would not be beaten up for nothing. Facing Wang Qiang's fist that was the size of a claypot, she extended her left hand and grabbed Wang Qiang's wrist.

It had been a long time since he had a fight with this kind of street hoodlum