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Several voices fell, and seven men in black dropped to the ground.,How much money there was, Wang Zhanggui didn't know either. But judging from the denomination and thickness of each bill, it was at least thirty thousand yuan.,To know that few in the entire city could produce such a large amount of kerosene, who wanted Yun An'an dead, and what was their motive。

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