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... e, so while you should try to capture, you are allowed to kill the target," said Xiong Ba, seated on a pear wood chair covered with tiger skin inside the spacious council hall of Black Wind Mountain Village, smoking a dry pipe and looking approvingly at Jiang Dali, who was as robust and fierce as a tiger or leopard.
He was now forty-six years old and hadn't engaged in combat for several years. His figure had also grown out of shape, and in the past two years, he had taken two more concub ...
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