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The cold and dark gun muzzle was like death’s whisper. Although it was a deadly threat, it made one inadvertently focus all their attention on it.
The harsh and aggressive questioning was like the devil’s voice inside his mind, and it caused an unbearable feeling.
The beautiful and smooth M-1 rifle was pointed directly at Hou Tielong.
He contemplated for a second and calmly retracted his hand from under the table, raising it above his head.
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