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The lively and joyous scene from one moment before had turned into a Shura hell in the next.

Du Yicheng's men were at least twice as many as the guards of the house of the Marquis. After a quarter of an hour of fighting, he had already brought his men into the front yard.

Shen Junxiao looked at his son's uniform. With his dazzling red eyes, he looked at himself with arrogance, ridicule