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"Intimidate me? Go to hell."
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Zhao Hu's hands trembled with fear from Ye Chen's murderous aura, and he was about to shoot at Ye Chen.
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A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and a hair-thin silver needle appeared in Ye Chen's hand. With a slight flick, the silver needle turned into a streak of light and shot into the numb point in Zhao Hu's arm.
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"What did you do?"
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Zhao Hu felt his arm go numb and completely out of control. With a clatter, the gun slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.
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Ye Chen stepped forward and slapped Zhao Hu on the left cheek, "Thought you were tough, huh?"
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Then, with a backhand slap to the right cheek, "Keep being tough."
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Suddenly, the room was filled with the sounds of slapping. Anyone unaware of the situation wouldn't know what was happening inside.
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"Brother Ye, don't beat him to death, it would be bad if there was a killing."
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Lin Yuwei tentatively came forward, her face full of worry.
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