Hearing Brother Zhuang describe him like that, A-Mao suddenly felt an immense sense of injustice and retorted loudly.
"You want me to tell you how great you are? That you hit a hundred-million-dollar jackpot?"
"Why the hell didn't you go buy a lottery ticket then? Without a ticket, even if I were a god, you wouldn't be winning anything. How were you planning to win, with your head?"
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