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The strength of the grip was such that Zhi Mei felt her bones crack. BaiShe stood in front of her, his jade face showing no pity, only crushing authority.
"Let me go, BaiShe! Let me die with my honor!" she screamed, trying to struggle.
"Honor? What a pathetic word in the mouth of a saint who abandons her post at the first setback..." retorted BaiShe.
He shook her violently by the shoulders, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Look at me, Zhi Mei! The Executor is ...
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