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A Dish Best Served Cold

Chapter: 4802

The staff of the Wumeng sternly reprimanded, their angry voices were full of threats and murderous intent.

Now the Truman has fallen, and the Dragon Temple has disappeared.

It can be said that in today’s world, the biggest martial arts force is the World Martial Artists Alliance.

These people, accepting the authorization of the Wumeng and sitting in New York City, naturally have nothing to fear.

However, at the moment when their words fell, at the end of the line of sight in front of them, two figures, a man and a woman, walked side by side, and just like that, appeared in the sight of everyone.

Seeing this person, Chu Shen and everyone in the Chu family trembled.

It can be said that there are mixed feelings in my heart, and various complicated emotions come to my heart.

As for the staff members of the Wumeng, their brows and eyes narrowed.

Especially Du Pont, the leader, with gloomy eyes, stared at the two people in front of him intently.

For some reason, Du Pont always felt that the man among them had a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen him somewhere.

“who are you?”

“What are you doing here?”

“Don’t you know that Trumen Mountain is a controlled area, and those who live here are all vicious war criminals.”

“If you don’t want to get into trouble, leave immediately!”

Out of caution, DuPont did not act immediately.

Instead, he warned in advance.

But those two ignored it.

Instead, he walked past them as if no one else was there, and finally stopped in front of the mother and daughter under the trembling and dodging eyes of the Chu family.

“Does it hurt?”

The man stretched out his hand, and gently touched the wound on the little girl’s forehead.

The little girl bared her teeth in pain, tears still streaming down her face.

The man helped her up from the ground, and comforted her with a smile, “Don’t cry, such a pretty girl, she won’t look good when she cries.”

When the man spoke, he lightly scratched the girl’s nose at the same time.

The girl didn’t dare to speak, but looked at her mother as if asking for help.

That way, it seems to be asking, who is this man.

His mother also didn’t dare to speak out, she didn’t even have the courage to look at the man with her head down.

She looked as calm as a chill, as if standing in front of her at this time was an existence more terrifying than those in the Wumeng.

“Um?”

“Boy, I’m talking to you.”

“Didn’t you hear?”

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