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... ter Zhi Kong strove to make his questioning voice gentler, yet the man, clutching his damp crotch, huddled in the corner. Upon answering a question, he couldn’t help but fearfully glance at the figure in the corner of the wall.
The youth in the ink-dark robe sat silently on the wooden chair, his gaze drifting as if his mind was elsewhere, but the gentle tapping of his fingertips on the desktop made the man tremble with each sound, before he hurriedly turned to focus on Zhi Kong, almost e ...
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