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... itching in a puddle of blood that she puked, her neck twisted. The iron pipe that their leader had once swung like an executioner's tool was now bent into an L-shape, dripping with blood.
Ren stood there with a faint grin, his golden threads curling around him like a battle aura. His black hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with his heartbeat.
One of the women whispered, voice trembling, "T-that's not possible… He's a man…"
Anoth ...
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