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... heard of it before. Now that his killing intent was strong, he suddenly could not remember, so he might as well not care.
However, one of the eight martial artists behind him was a warrior-level man.
He was nearly forty years old, and his eyes were filled with fear as he cried out, “The governor of the garrison, Westley Hader?”
“The governor, Westley Hader?”
The bald martial artist suddenly remembered what the name meant.
Three years ago, the martial artis ...
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