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... bunch of bandits!”
“Even as a ghost, I, Wang Qi, won’t let you off the hook…”
Deep in the woods, a martial artist was bound tightly, wrapped up like a rice dumpling.
In his mouth, there should’ve been a stinky sock, but he had vomited it out, and it now lay beside his head.
From the traces around him,
he must have been tied up here for quite some time, as the weeds around him had been flattened by his struggle.
Tired of cursing, the martial artist ...
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