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... on here was similar to the previous village.
Leaning against a wall, an old woman cried and wiped her puffy eyes while an old man was clutching his chest, trying hard to accept his middle-aged son’s death. A boy continued to hit his head as he wailed.
Kang Chan couldn’t comment on their actions. After all, it was their unique way of expressing their sadness.
He looked down at the two soldiers whom they had laid at the entrance of the village. The soldier whose eyes, throa ...
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