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Bang! Bang! Bang!
The dull thud of beating echoed through the streets.
"Twenty, nineteen..."
Lin Jingzhu’s Black Stick, heavy as a thousand pounds, whistled down with each strike, tearing the burly man’s clothes and blurring his flesh with blood. Splatters of blood painted her fair cheeks, lending her beauty a sickly radiance.
By now, the burly man had stopped moving.
He realized the more he cursed, the harder she struck, and sometimes she would e ...
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