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... frosty intent to kill filled his gaze.
He then waved his whip, pointing towards a nearby mountain villager.
"Since you refuse to hand over the refined ore, don’t blame me for being ruthless!"
Er Gou’s voice carried the scent of the grim reaper.
No sooner had he spoken, than a bandit rushed out.
"Whoosh!"
The large knife in his hand flashed a cold light under the sun, directly chopping towards the villager.
"Puchi!"
The villager had ...
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