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... do?" The bartender noticed something was wrong and reached his right hand into his jacket.
A hand held down his wrist.
The bartender looked up at me, realizing he couldn’t escape my hold, "Damn it!"
The bartender yelled, and I thrust my right hand towards his eyeball, the needle pierced through the pupil, blood sprayed from the left eye.
"Ah ah ah, bastard!"
The bartender covered his left eye, his vision went dark.
There was a sound from the knee, ...
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