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"Brother Quan, we can't take this kid down!"
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A group of thugs all retreated behind Zhao Quan, their faces bearing a bitter expression.
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Although they were all trained, their training was not professional. They were good enough to scare ordinary people, but when confronted with a Martial Arts Master like Ye Fan, even all of them together were not enough.
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"A bunch of trash!"
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Hearing this, Zhao Quan immediately scolded them.
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In a low voice, Xiong Wenchang said, "Brother Quan, you can't blame them for this. It's indeed because this kid is too strong. Why don't you take him on yourself?"
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Xiong Wenchang was no fool; he could tell that Ye Fan was skilled. Relying on a group of thugs was simply not enough to take Ye Fan down. On the other hand, he knew that Zhao Quan's skills had already reached the pinnacle. If Zhao Quan were to step in, he could easily eliminate Ye Fan without breaking a sweat.
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