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... his mouth was filled with blood.
Two handleless sharp daggers slid into T-shirt Guy’s hands. His gaze was icy cold: “Kill him. I can erase all the traces, then we shall leave this train quickly!”
The businessman nodded, and with an angry roar, his muscular body charged towards Caucasian Monk again.
T-shirt Guy was like a ghost; he stuck behind the businessman, and was almost invisible. However, he was even more dangerous than the businessman. The daggers ...
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