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... his knees. You can stop flapping your old gums,” He Ange said, tightening his grip on Cao Dao’s neck, making it hard for the man to breathe.
The onlookers gasped, their respect for the mysterious masked boy growing. Cao Dao’s assassins, meanwhile, stood frozen, unable to act without their leader’s command.
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The standoff continued, tension hanging thick in the air.
After what felt like an eternity, Cao Dao’s face turned r ...
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