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... tside the alley. Go, but no one looks at the young man, maybe, they have become accustomed to it.

A black lightning flashed across the sky silently, and the young man's body suddenly shook, then made a painful snoring, but neither the lightning in the sky nor the shackles of the young man caught anyone's attention.

Just then, a girl who was sixteen or seven years old turned into the alley. Two middle-aged people shouted at the back while chasing: "Miss, wait, Miss..."

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