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"Brother, I've given you face. I hope you are sensible." He looked impatient.

"Relying on you dozens of people, right?" I stared at him.

"Yes."

"Do you believe that I can pull several hundred people over here to give you a good memory?"

"Whatever."

"Scram." I pushed him away, and the son of a bitch pushed me back, and I shouted, "Practice