In the direction of the bar counter, a tall and thin man in black leather was holding a girl's wrist, with a five finger mark on half of his face, which was red,

　　"Shame on you! Aren't you here to sell it?"

　　Although the girl was held hostage, she still looked arrogant and said coldly, "let go of me."

　　"I won't let you go today. I haven't been beaten by anyone since I was born. Do you know who I am? Everyone in this street knows my name!"

　　The girl frowned and showed a look of disgust. "Can you shut up? It's too stinky. Why is your mouth so stinky?"

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