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... ai Ning said with a booming laugh, his belly shaking like ripples on a pond with each step forward.

His chubby hand extended, pointing at the First Prince with exaggerated flair:

"Unfortunately for you, we’ve been paid quite handsomely to keep this man-child breathing. His head? Not on the menu. But perhaps I can interest you in something else."

As much as Bai Ning would have loved to see the First Prince sprawled lifeless on the ground, that was a personal wish—a pleasur ...

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