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Chapter Three Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Three: Control
grily, "Driving a luxury car doesn't mean you know who you are! People like you are bound to die in an accident someday..."The taxi driver cursed as he drove forward, but the two Range Rovers that had...as no pushover either, wielding the Blood Demon's body with a fierce and powerful swing.Gusts of wind rose one after another, and the void on the entire platform twisted under Chen Ping's waving.Boom...