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Late at night, thunder roared and lightning flashed in the sky, torrential rain poured down.,A roar of anger erupted, and Li Qianzi suddenly kicked the man with the scar on his face upwards.,In the silvery flash, the disfigured face of Zi wasn't as panicked as before. His eyes were sharp and filled with killing intent, like a fierce demon from hell, sending chills down one's spine.。