"Slap!" With a crisp sound, Ping Honglin slapped Chen Yongming across the face, laughing mockingly, "You can't even protect your own skin, yet you're busy worrying about others. You'd better worry about whether you can make it through today alive first."
Chen Yongming's vision was swimming with golden stars, his eardrums ringing incessantly.
Inside the teahouse, seeing that Chen Yuchang was about to be captured by them, Chen Yuchang's heart sank into utter despair.
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