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... shot from the side, piercing straight into Zhao Ziyang’s temple. The handle sank in, and blood mixed with brain matter splattered out.
Zhao Ziyang was carried by the tremendous force of the throwing knife, his entire body flung like a rag doll, crashing into the tree trunk, lifeless.
His eyes were wide open, filled with terror and horror, unable to find peace in death.
"Yan’Er!"
The old man shouted loudly, heartbroken.
This was his most beloved grandson, ...
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