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... akfast, Zhou Siyu and Shen Mianmian set off for school together.

The school was in the town, and it took about twenty minutes by bike but over forty minutes on foot. Shen Jianhua had bought a 28-inch bicycle specifically for their school commutes.

When they reached the village entrance, Zhou Siyu said, "Sis, the bike tire is low on air. I'll ride ahead and pump it, and you can follow slowly. I'll come back to pick you up after I'm done."

Without giving Shen Mianmian a cha ...

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“Now… where should I put you both?” he asked casually, not expecting a reply. “It’s regretful that I only have one chandelier.”

“Underneath my bed? No, no, too dirty. My dust bunnies don’t deserve this,” Atticus mused to himself. “The mantlepiece? How about the vanity table? I suppose if I lop off one of your heads I could mount it over… Wife, which head do you want to stare at while you do your hair?”

“Atticus!” Daphne screamed. “I don’t want any heads! Let them go.”

“Fair enough.” Atticus shrugged, and flicked his fingers.

There were two identical cracks as both necks snapped at once.

Daphne gasped, horrified. This man, her husband, had just killed two men with a flick of his finger, as though he was snuffing out candles.

“I told you to let them go!” Daphne cried out.

“Yes, I let them go,” Atticus said. Then, his eyes darkened. “To receive divine judgment from the heavens.”

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