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... a lightweight space blanket coming down over his head like a giant net.

He dodged to the side, avoiding the flying blanket. Summoning his Steel Rose Revolver, he aimed it at the tall, dark figure that had followed the blanket.

Bang!

In the dark bedroom, the flash of gunfire was fleeting.

Li Xu Tian, holding a sharp knife, fell heavily to the ground as if struck by lightning. He tried to stand but found his body uncontrollable. Within a breath, he couldn't feel hi ...

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