“Grass, let go.” The young man in the yellow coat has good skills. After being grasped by his wrist, he immediately dragged it, and made a fist with the other hand and smashed it towards Yin Dajing’s face.
Yin Dajing did not evade, he squeezed it hard, and the young man in the yellow jacket could no longer stretch out his hand, and he screamed in pain.
The young man in the yellow jacket felt that his hands were about to be melted by the stove.
“Ke Shao.”
“a55hole.”
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