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"Damn it!" Su Meier's eyes showed a trace of coldness. She clenched her silver teeth and slammed her fist against the fence. She raised her head to look at the elder sitting in the seat of honor, then slowly hid the concealed weapon in her sleeve.

"This little guy seems to be impatient." Elder Ye raised his head and drank a mouthful of wine. He squinted his eyes and looked at Zuo Zhen