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... iren eloquently sat in my room, and folded her long legs, one over the other, forming a most beautiful scene.

"Not gauze, but Assassins Association." Boss Shen stared at the two of us and continued: "It's the largest assassination association in the martial world, which is simply referred to as the League of Assassins."

"Ooohh, the League of Assassins."

I took a bite of my snow pear and asked out of puzzlement: "What about them?"

"Su Han has little experience in t ...

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