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At this time, more than twenty people had gathered in the hall.

Both men and women have extraordinary temperament.

However, Shen Bei took a general look at these people. Most of them are not Chinese.

The only one I know is Zhang Feng.

"Shen Bei, are you here?"

When he saw Shen Bei, Zhang Feng could say that Shen Bei was bullying others. He couldn't stand it, so he used special means to deal with him.

Those people are still doing their best to blame Shen Bei.

Zhang Feng was very angry.

Shen Bei, however, is just like a person who has nothing to do. He even walks to the side slowly and holds a glass of red wine in his hand.

Gently sipping, satisfied with the smack smack it, it turned to look at them.

"If you don't want to die, shut the hell up!"

The voice is not big, but with a deep chill.

Just now, the passionate crowd was like a duck with a strangled neck. They were silent.

"Ha ha, cool!"

Zhang Feng couldn't help clapping beside him.

The sound in the open hall is particularly abrupt.

It's like slapping people one after another in the face.

"Shen Bei, you are too presumptuous!"

One of the guys bit his teeth and stepped forward, staring at Shen Beidao.