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... ite pupils, as calm as a dead pond. “Were you the one who... injured Zhao Hu?"
The leader revealed a mocking smile. "Yes, it was me. So what if I did i—"
Pfft!
Before the leader could finish his sentence, Fang Chen’s wooden stick shot into his throat, as fast as a lightning bolt.
The leader’s eyes widened in horror, and he reached out his hands and clutched the stick tightly, disbelief written all over his face. Gurgling sounds escaped his throat, and blood and fo ...
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