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... at someone assaulted me? You... Ah!"

Before Mo Kaicheng could finish his sentence, a cry of pain cut him off. Shen Hanxing mercilessly stepped on the back of his foot with her high heels, eliciting a pig-like scream from his mouth.

"Feeling pleased with yourself for toying with the lives of others, huh?" Shen Hanxing's anger hadn't subsided as she took a step forward, her slender palm firmly gripping Mo Kaicheng's collar. Her eyes, filled with a stark contrast of black and white, ...

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