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He clenched his fists so tightly that they turned pale, and a cold sneer seeped from the corner of his lips.

Good! Very good!

Mo Hancheng was going to oppose him to the end!

His men were scared witless, and they were in a dilemma.

At this moment, the bodyguards outside rushed in, "Young Master …"

"Scram!" "All of you, scram!"

Before the bodyguard finished his sentence