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He Was Sick of Living

"Master Handerson! That's it!" Callan Handerson stopped in front of Samuel Fawkes's residence with his men, followed by more than 20 cars. Except for his personal bodyguards, most of them were the men given by the Bian family's Elder Master. At this time, they were ready to rush in with great momentum. "What are you doing?" The Fawkes Family's guards were also not easy to deal with. When they saw this scene, they started the alarm device and the Fawkes Family's bodyguards also rushed up. This time, Callan did not say anything and kept walking forward. Nick Jonah followed closely behind him and pretended not to hear their question. "Who, who are you?" The Fawkes Family's bodyguards couldn't figure out Callan's identity, so they didn't dare to act rashly and just stopped him. Unexpectedly, as soon as the man asked, Callan bent his arm to attack him and hit him in the sternum. What's more, Callan quickly lifted his leg and kicked him in the lower body. "Uh!" In less than two seconds, the

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