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... swollen, and both his hands and feet dangled limply as he was carried on the shoulder of a Soldier-level Changmo.
Cursing, he said, "You bastard, let go of your dad! When my little follower arrives, I’m gonna skin you alive! You damn... Ow!"
With a painful cry, he was viciously thrown to the ground by the Changmo, rolling several times on the moist soil.
Struggling to rise like a fat maggot, he found himself thrown onto an open space enclosed by fences, surrounded by hum ...
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