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Late at night, thunder roared and lightning flashed in the sky, torrential rain poured down.,Li Qianzi cried out in despair, resisting fiercely. The man with the scar roared in anger, his hand gripping her neck tightly, suffocating her.,The scar-faced man's grin widened, his large hand reaching towards Zi Da Hong's bright red bellyband.。