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... with a "twang."
He didn’t even bother to take off his shoes.
The whole of him lunged forward like a leopard.
"Let go!"
He grabbed Gu An’s hand, which was barely the size of a bun.
His other hand pinched his son’s cheeks directly.
He applied a bit of force.
Gu An was forced to open his mouth.
"Pfft."
A small, silver-colored metal component spit out.
It landed right on Gu Yanshen’s palm.
It was the firing pin. ...
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