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"So, you're Yan Xiaobao?" Accompanied by a gloomy voice, Yan Xiaobao felt a sharp killing intent rushing toward him. He quickly took a step forward, shielding Su Xiaowan, and immediately locked onto the source of the killing intent.
A few meters away, in the corner outside the crowd, stood a tall, wiry middle-aged man with dark skin and piercing eyes. The killing intent was emanating from him.
"Hey! Black Bamboo Pole, you're scaring my wife Xiao Wan!" Yan Xiaobao glared at the tall, wiry man and threatened, "Back off with your killing intent, or I'll end you right here!"
"Kid, you're quite arrogant, huh?" The tall, wiry man's eyes flashed with intensity. Instead of retracting his aura, he unleashed an even stronger oppressive force.
"Black Bamboo Pole, you've got a death wish, huh?" Yan Xiaobao was furious, his figure blurred as he charged straight at the man, his right hand firing off like lightning.
