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Chapter 145(2/2)

"Then you dare to hit me?"

Haibo covered his face with an incredible look, and even Haitao next to him was stunned.

What is Jiang Beichen now?

There is no status in the Jiang family. In Jiang Xuanyuan's words, he is just a dog.

Unexpectedly, this dog dared to hit someone! "This slap is a lesson for you as a brother, and you know the superiority of the elders and the inferiority of the elders and the inferiority of the elders and the inferiority of the elders and the elders and the inferiority of the elders and the inferiority of the elders and the elders and the inferiority of the elders and the elders and the inferiority of the elders and the elders and the inferiority of the elders and the elders and the inferiority

"The fuck..." Slap!" This slap is to educate your parents on your face. You have to work hard to get what you want, rather than to rob yourself!"

The second slap Haibo directly hit the ground. Haibo's head was buzzing, and then his face turned red and he crawled up.

"My mother, Cao, Jiang Beichen, you dare to beat me, I will kill you!"

Haibo was really furious and took out a switchblade from his pocket. He usually messed with a group of little hooligans on the street. This knife was also given by a gangster, the kind with barbs! "Brother!"

Haitao was a little timid, and when he saw Haibo was striking, he was immediately scared.

"I'm afraid of it, get out of here! I'm going to make a decision today!"

Haibo pushed Haitao away and rushed towards Jiang Beichen.

At this time, Jiang Beichen sneered, bounced his fingers, and a burst of energy hit the switch on the wall.

The lamp on his head slammed and turned off! Ah—A heart-wrenching scream came from the darkness, which instantly alarmed everyone in the Jiang family.

At this moment, Jiang Xuanyuan seemed to have been ready, so he quickly rushed in from outside.

Bang! The lights were on, and when Jiang Xuanyuan saw the scene in the room, he was a little stunned, and the group of servants also had dull expressions on their faces.

Haibo stood on the ground tremblingly, holding a switchblade in his hand, and there were minced meat and blood dripping on the blade.

At this moment, Haitao was lying on the ground with his stomach covering his stomach and his face was pale, moaning constantly, and the clothes around his stomach were stained with blood.
Chapter completed!
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