C75 Blow a man with your fists

When Lu Baxing stepped out of his Mercedes-Benz, he was immediately shocked.

His hair, which had been sprayed with so many tons of gel, stood up like a Super Saiyan, and his shoes were cleaned as clean as a mirror.

When Lu Baxing also saw Xue Yang, a trace of anger flashed past his eyes, but under this rage, it seemed as if he was deliberately concealing a bit of fear.

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