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He quickly grabbed the masked man's hair, stuck a knife to his neck, and then let go of his threatening words. But very quickly, the masked man knocked Ducan Hiddleston out. Ducan Hiddleston angrily threw the money in his face. Even Ducan Hiddleston saw helpful something and turned it into a weapon, attacking the other two strangers. The man in the mask, holding the note in his hand, smiled. Ducan Hiddleston understands that he needs money. Ducan Hiddleston immediately threw a few more sheets, even taking all the money from him and throwing them out.

"Money. I know you need it. Get it and go away from me."

The two men held the bill in their hands and burned it with fire. The burning fire grew bigger and bigger. The face-masked man used his hand to put out the blazing fire.

"Crawl over here. Collect them for me."

Until now, Ducan Hiddleston has been served by someone else, never humiliated. The fat guy is his opponent. Ducan Hiddleston threw a blow to the face but could not make him fall.

"He's stronger than I imagined. Worth noting." Duncan Hiddleston waved his hand leisurely to dispel the pain.

Ducan Hiddleston punched him in the back. He still didn't feel any pain. Ducan Hiddleston's actions were like an ant biting his back. Ducan Hiddleston stabbed him in the back with the knife in his hand. He reacts now, but because of his fat body, he moves very slowly. Ducan Hiddleston used this moment to quickly rush forward to attack the fat man's arms, legs, and neck. Wounds appeared more and more. From neck to foot, competitors were often seen screaming in pain when faced with difficult circumstances, wordless in battle, but he only showed a grim expression, still delivering blows that threatened the air. The masked man, noticing that his comrades were in long-term pain, ordered a retreat. Two men just walked out the door. Ducan Hiddleston gasped. His eyes began to fade. He was exhausted and fell to the floor, the blade still stained with blood, running down the floor continuously. Ducan Hiddleston was covered with fresh blood, and his white shirt turned red. On the bottom is a large pool of blood, complete blood.

It all looks fine. At least in Arianne Frank's mind. Arianne Frank helped Ducan Hiddleston to the restroom. She prepared pillows and pillows, taking care of him very meticulously. In the end, Arianne Frank took her young sister to go shopping to cheer her up.

While Ducan Hiddleston was sleeping a few hours later, Ducan Hiddleston felt the room's heat grow larger, choking even his breath. As soon as he opened his eyes, the eyes of Ducan Hiddleston almost exposed fire. A wooden pillar was parked across his face, and it was on fire. Ducan Hiddleston looked at the distance of the floor that was not surrounded by fire. Conveniently located beside the bed of Ducan Hiddleston, he inched little by little out of the pillar of fire, whole to the floor. He accidentally touched the wound.

"Damn. What kind of stupid situation is this? Faced with a situation that requires a frustrated leader's quick improvisation and intelligence?" Duncan Hiddleston couldn't keep his stillness of composure.

When Ducan Hiddleston bumped into the fat guy, his back was accidentally exerted with a powerful force, causing the position to bruise. Ducan Hiddleston slightly frowned. When Ducan Hiddleston touched his back, he discovered that the wound had been applied with a layer of oil.

The challenge of Ducan Hiddleston slipped through the fiery flames. A sharp bar fell from the ceiling and directly into Ducan Hiddleston's hand. His hand burned severely. Ducan Hiddleston tried to suppress the pain. But the other painting fell from the sky and has not been taken care of. One after another, pieces of iron or plastic objects attacked Ducan Hiddleston consecutively. Ducan Hiddleston did not let himself suffer any further damage. He dodged professionally. Leaning towards the left edge of the floor, moving smoothly to the right, his face is always focused on the target he wants to aim for. In front of the toilet, the door is blocked again by a brightly burning door. The iron door handle adds heat to a new step frame. Ducan Hiddleston bothers to dip his bare hands into the fire. Ducan Hiddleston's face almost changed, but he still managed to laugh. For him, these things are not worth much compared to the fact that he has to endure to sit firmly in the position of president.

Restore first aid by placing your hands in cold water for about 15 minutes. Next, Ducan Hiddleston wet his shirt. Ducan Hiddleston is his whole body wet. Finally, he put his robe over his body and a dress and ran to the main house. As he raised his eyes, a glimmer of hope in his gaze, when he could live, the masked man appeared. He looked at Ducan Hiddleston with cold eyes. Ducan Hiddleston could not react in time and was strangled from behind. The masked man's movement was surprisingly fast. Ducan Hiddleston completely felt short of breath. Ducan Hiddleston used his hand to remove the strap from his neck, but it didn't work. That just hurt his hand, bleeding more. Ducan Hiddleston used the industrious pointer to pierce his hip because it was too much to bear. He let go of the freight line. Ducan Hiddleston quickly escaped.

"What you did makes my neck feel like it's going to split in two. It's magical when everything is immersed in the scene dyed by the afternoon sun. I am in the role of a craftsman enjoying this beauty." Duncan Hiddleston's face was terrible. His entire face was already red, and his eyes automatically flowed violently. Duncan Hiddleston's breathing was fast. Duncan Hiddleston's respiratory system seemed to be trying to hide a treasure inside of him. Heartbeat Ducan Hiddleston no longer wants to receive Duncan Hiddleston. It is using its power to escape from Duncan Hiddleston's chest.