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... frostiness growing in his eyes.
He strode forward with long steps and stopped at the corner of the wall, bending over to pick up the hat the "young man" had left behind.
On inspection, the black hat was utterly plain.
"Damn it, truly despicable for using poison," Wei Bei’s voice, grinding of teeth with anger, sounded from behind.
"If you can’t beat the master, then you resort to such underhanded tactics."
No wonder he was so confident; he had an ace up his ...
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