Poison King Takes Risks
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Chongqing in 1942. At Jiaochangkou, where brothels are concentrated, a trio of horse-drawn carriages jingled on the road. The horse is majestic and sleek, and the person sitting on the spring seat is tall and eye-catching: wearing a suit, top hat, big sunglasses, broad shoulders, thick back and straight waist. Even the coachman and the bodyguards hanging on the doors on both sides are so capable and agile. Such a carriage running on the road looks more luxurious than a Citroen or Ford sedan. The carriage went around the Jiaochang Dam. "Huh--" The coachman pulled the reins of the horse, turned around and asked the sitting owner: "Brother, which restaurant are you going to?" The man called eldest brother held his hands in front of his chest, his head was slightly lowered, feeling depressed, and did not answer.
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