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... > “Come on, Uncle Wang, how long have we known each other? Do we really need to go through this?”
“Name!”
“…Xu Shen.”
“You’re eighteen, right?”
“Eighteen.”
“And those chickens… were they killed by you?”
Inside the dimly lit interrogation room, a middle-aged man in a pitch-black uniform with a menacing scar across his face sat expressionless. Across from him was a young man, Xu Shen, who looked completely indifferent.
Xu Shen sighed and tapp ...
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