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Chapter 1780 What happened?(2/2)

Nearly a hundred guests yelled and charged forward with all their might.

"kill!"

The murderous aura instantly filled with it.

Nearly a hundred people, wine bottles, tables, knives, chairs, and eighteen weapons emerge one after another.

The dull old man was unmoved, his expression was cruel, his steps were still erratic, and his agility was unpretentious.

He punched and kicked each other, specifically greeting guests' joints.

There were only a series of clicks, and batches of guests screamed and fell to the ground.

Nearly a hundred people were all thrown to the ground in less than five minutes.

Each of them either broke his hands or his feet, completely losing their combat ability.

"Woo--" But before Duanmurong could be happy, a harsh sirens sounded outside the door again.

A large number of agents rushed into the Imperial Hotel with live ammunition.

An instigator wearing a beret showed up in murderous aura: "What's going on here?"

"She killed someone to silence her!"

Li Changjun and all the guests pointed at Duanmurong and accused him.
Chapter completed!
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