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... fternoon calm.
Zhuangzhuang’s filthy hand recoiled as if struck by lightning.
He clutched his wrist, jumping in pain.
What rolled on the ground wasn’t a pebble.
It was a round, hard hazelnut.
Unpeeled, hard like an iron pellet.
This was Gu An’s teething toy, also his "bullet."
In the baby stroller.
Gu An coldly put down the little slingshot in his hand.
The shot was spot on.
Right on the tendon.
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