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The thin young man was beaten, his head bloodied. He lay on the ground, curled up, clutching his head and trembling violently.,"You little punk, you dare to slander Qianqian's reputation Erhe, Sanhe, give him a good beating! Beat him until his teeth are scattered all over the floor.",Wasn't he dead On the way to the army, the Mercedes-Benz he was driving collided head-on with a heavy truck. The truck directly crushed the Mercedes-Benz underneath it. In that situation, there was absolutely no chance of survival.。