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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.,Li Qianzi grabbed the scar-faced man's arm with one hand, and held his neck with the other, then twisted hard.。