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... ered big bowl instead of a bird cage.
“Where’s Master?” Long Zaitian whispered.
“Ask this,” I stated, passing Long Zaitian the bowl.
Upon taking the bowl off me, Long Zaitian cried, “Whoa” and threw it, continuing, “What the hell is that?! It’s black and stinks! What sort of criminal organisation invented that hidden weapon?”
No, Long Zaitian wasn’t exaggerating this time. It was the strongest secret weapon in the last ten years and next te ...
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