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... stunned. She stared at Fan Xian, her gaze as piercing as a knife. Her left hand was clutching tightly at the wound where her hand used to be.
“I’ve fallen into your hands today. What should I call you, sir?” she asked viciously.
Fan Xian sat in his chair and stuck a finger in his ear, as if he couldn’t feel the hatred of the other person’s glare.
He smiled and said, “I’m the owner of this ship, and you’re the bandit. What right do you have to know my background?”
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