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Zhang Fatty was covered in blood, his huge and stout figure resembling a bear in the darkness. He gasped for breath heavily, it was unclear if he was conscious.,Zhang Fatty let out a ghastly grin: “If anything were to happen to her, I wouldn’t live either. Even if I die, I want to die in front of her.”,This… I can hug. How come you, Seventh Uncle, can’t。