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... ours, many cars drove into the compound, accompanied by unfamiliar men Arianna had never seen until now.

The last she had seen, a cart of weapons was being carried into the house and her heart had never stopped pounding ever since. It dawned on her that this was the weapon that would be used on Marcel and every member of the Luciano family she valued. If she doesn’t do something now, the father of her child is going to vanish from the face of the earth forever.

Thanks to that, Ar ...

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As soon as he opened his eyes, the amnesiac An Wujiu saw a person at his side killed. While in confusion, a floating green typeface appeared before him.

Variable Name: An Wujiu
Attributes: Male, 20 years old
Game Rounds: 5
Win Rate: 100/100
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The first time he saw An Wujiu, Shen Ti felt curious. The kindness and fragility in those eyes were not fake, so how could he survive in the Altar? It was until he saw the man had a sudden personality change. He recklessly gambled regardless of the cost, casually estranged people, grew further excited on the verge of death, and even calculated against himself to win. Only then did Shen Ti realize that it was his own cognitive bias.

Fortunately, he wasn’t a normal person either.

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