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... a sinister grin.

He clutched the urn tightly in his arms.

Lu Zhao approached Lu Wen. He cast him a casual glance as he spoke. “You could’ve directly confronted me. There was no need to hurt so many innocent people. ”

A flicker of disdain crossed Lu Wen’s expression.

“Innocent people?” Lu Wen scoffed. “Do you know what disgusts me the most, brother? Your hypocritical compassion for those innocent people. You act like you’re some benevolent savior. Did Nancy deserve ...

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