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... made when he moved.
“…I do not understand.”
Black Jackal slightly tilted his head to the side.
“Even a hefty bull would die from the drop of the poison I applied. Even if it was a shallow cut… you should have died?”
Three scratches were clearly marked on Chung Myung’s face. Enough time had passed for the poison to spread through his jaw. But there were no significant signs of Chung Myung being affected by the poison.
Right now, only the area around his che ...
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