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Chapter Three Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Three: Control

    

Ping asked the bank staff."Chen Ping, what do you need over a million yuan for You don't look like you even have a million. Are you here to show off"Li Dongmei let out a cold laugh.Chen Ping ignored...body!Zhu Hao only felt his heart tremble, his aura instantly dissipated, and he backed away again and again, a mouthful of blood spurting out!"With that little ability, don't come out and disgrace you...