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others to point fingers at them. They would absolutely punch them away. They say what they mean, and Mo Yao and Xiaobai have inherited such an authoritarian nature. 。The Mafia is very organized, the..."Hi, kid" 。Mo Chen greeted the children, unsure what expression to make at this unexpected gift he had never met before. Though beautiful, it caught him off guard. 。When fortune cookies fall from the sky, and you happen to not be hungry, you can't bear to eat them, but you don't want to throw them away either. You want to save them for later. That's how Mo Chen feels right now. 。He smiled a little stiffly, trying to convey his good intentions, but he didn't know if Mori could feel it. 。Mo Chen thought about his future. He would continue to work for the Mafia, find the woman he loved, and have three sons and a daughter. After all, his older brother and Mo Xiaobai had no children, so they needed to have children to inherit the Mafia. 。changed, he clapped his hand, two willow leaf knives appeared in his hand, with a wave, they were inserted into the man's arm. They cried out and retreated, shouting loudly for the rest of the men to...