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... Sun Yan and the others arrived after cautiously feeling their way over, leading a group of slaves with them, they were smacked in the face with a wave of blood scented air so strong that it made them stumble.
Gu Xinzhi had lit up a few sticks of incense and even turned on the fan. He himself was seated in front of the computer at the closed front desk of the hotel, his blood covered right hand holding a cigarette that sent out curls of smoke. His left hand pressed randoml ...
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