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... o what?!’

Wolyeong’s venom had clearly been neutralized, yet it still felt as if flames were shooting out of my eyes.

With a fury like an erupting volcano, I glared at the river bandits.

“Khehehe.”

“Boss, I really like the sound of that! Gahaha!”

The bandits were laughing, having the time of their lives.

But my uncontrollable rage? That would be handled by Cho, my daughter, who had inherited her father’s will.

I didn’t just want those boats ...

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