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Jack's Old Man was half-paralyzed on the dilapidated sofa behind the counter, his short, stubby fingers like turnips, he pointed to the back room and began to grumble in a voice hoarse from smoke and alcohol: "You're only good for your strength. Get moving! Bring out ten cases of Si Lu sparkling water.",Jack's father yawned, his short, thick fingers waving towards the shelves.,With three sickening cracks, the three robbers were sent flying backward like they'd been hit by a locomotive!。

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