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... his wasn’t something Virgil handled personally. But for Litte’s training, he made an exception and played his role as the “Smiling Demon.”
In a narrow alleyway, a poorly dressed middle-aged man knelt on the ground, trembling as he looked at Virgil, who stood at the entrance, clutching a blade.
“Please, have mercy! I have a family to care for—spare me!” The man pleaded, kowtowing repeatedly.
Standing behind Virgil, Litte felt a pang of sympathy. She wanted to step forward ...
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