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... patch of good flesh on his body.
Even the wounds on his face were turned inside out, the corners of his mouth outlined with saliva tinged with blood, his entire being in a stupor, dazed and confused.
He was still mumbling, "I... I am the mayor..."
The Taibao, wielding the whip, seemed a bit fatigued, picked up a mineral water bottle that was set aside, gulping it down, then smashed the remaining bottle, and with a vicious grin, grabbed Eduardo Cagliano’s hair, spitting on ...
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