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... ed at Huang Xiaolong, who kept closing in, and asked in panicked horror.
“Who I am is not important,” Huang Xiaolong continued to approach without stopping, his face expressionless.
To Huang Xiaolong, who he was indeed wasn’t important, as the two would no longer cross paths in the future.
Wu Qian, hearing the murderous intent in Huang Xiaolong’s words, suddenly turned around.
His figure spun like the wind as he fled toward the tunnel leading to the underground ca ...
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