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简介：Next to him, a middle-aged man wearing a tight black leather jacket with narrow eyes and a somewhat gloomy look had one arm strangling An Xin's neck, and the other hand was holding a gun and pointing it at Xiao Xiaobai. The corner of his mouth curled up. He thought about it and said: Boy, it's a pity that you are so young. Why should you follow Old Man Qiu to die together?