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... r, it would seem he still held some trump card that could save his life.
Mo Jiuye let out a cold snort before viciously kicking the short man, intent on reminding him of his current predicament.
The kick was unrelenting in its force. The short man wailed in pain while a nameless fear rose in his heart simultaneously.
He was about to ask his captors again why they had taken him when he suddenly felt something heavy collide violently with his body.
Both He Zhiran an ...
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