Special Forces

Special Forces

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He Chenguang: "Did you practice martial arts from the womb?" High school team: "He is the scariest individual soldier I have ever seen, bar none!" Lei Zhan: "It's unlucky. In his hands, I'm like a three-year-old child. I can't beat it! I can't beat it!" He Zhijun: "Xiao Lin, the future of Langya is in your hands, I will retire early!" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Disclaimer: Credit to The Author . . . . . . .
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