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... the old master Zhou that the second uncle had been very secretive over the years, and if it hadn’t been for an informant’s report, the police wouldn’t have been able to apprehend him so easily.

The police now control not only evidence of the second uncle forcing girls into prostitution but even evidence of him forcing others to take drugs and threatening them.

The old master Zhou felt a tightness in his chest and a dizziness before his eyes as he angrily rebuked, "Unfilial son! ...

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