In the center of the city, Lin Sansheng, Ning Lie, and Xiong Liping were lying on the ground awkwardly. Their faces were full of bruises.

Lin Sansheng touched his face, grimaced in pain, and cursed, "You bastards, you are too cruel."

"Are you not ashamed?" Ning Lie rubbed his nose. The blood had already stopped.

"I didn't do that." Lin Sansheng shook his head.

"If it wasn't you, could it be Old Xiong?"

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