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Noble Husband At the DoorNoble Husband At the Door
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Chapter 4882

That Lord was feeling very depressed and displeased. He had unleashed three successive punches. Furthermore, each and every one of his punches landed on flesh. He was able to guarantee that he had used practically all of his strength in each punch. However, he didn't understand why Samuel was still standing there. "This is f*cking impossible!" In this world, if there was someone who could take his punch, he could understand. But what about two punches? It should be very few! At least that was what he knew. As for the three punches, they should be even rarer. Even though it was extremely rare, it didn't mean that it didn't exist. But at the very least, it wasn't something this fellow before him could accomplish. He was like a bamboo pole. How could a bamboo pole be so resistant? "Did you play some fucking dirty trick? That's impossible!" "With your body, I can beat the shit out of you." "Speak!" The Lord was anxious. He was completely anxious. "What's wrong? Now you're afr

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