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... n the file one by one, his expression suddenly changed, and he turned around to throw a punch. The cripple, who had been at a distance from the back of Li Ming’s head, swiftly jumped aside, his expression sheepish.
Li Ming frowned slightly, "What are you doing?"
"I’m checking to see if there are any stitching marks on the back of your head," he said, his gaze drifting.
Li Ming stared at him, feeling utterly puzzled: "What stitching marks?"
The cripple muttered, "D ...
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