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Chapter 245: Dan Ya’s Public Humiliation
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His knuckles were white, his muscles screaming to lash out, to tear apart the smirking man standing over his aunt.
But Dan Ya's pained whisper, her desperate plea for him to flee and keep the secret, held him captive. The weight of protecting her, and the potential repercussions held his fury in check, a volatile pressure building behind his eyes.
The soldiers' laughter clawed at his ears, each jeer a fresh ember tossed onto the fire of his rage.
"Look at him, seems ...
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