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... a few of them are still out there. They’re trying to regroup—trying to start another fight."
Hua Jing didn’t respond at first. Her mind was a hollow echo, her gaze locked on the empty space where Zhao Yan had been.
Then slowly, she turned to meet Wei Ling’s eyes.
Her lips twitched, a ghost of a smile flickering across her blood-smeared face. But it was not a smile of relief or peace. It was a cold, fierce thing—a promise written in the curve of her lips and the icy gleam ...
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