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... and walked slowly toward Hubal, step by step. His shackles released a horrible momentum, and the air machine was already locked in Hubal.
At this moment, Shahro Khan’s look was indifferent. He held his fist tightly. If he said it, the coldness without the slightest feelings would be like narrating an insignificant little thing.
Such a Shakespeare Khan, and the kind father of Hubal’s impression, is a far cry.
Hubal’s face finally showed a look of fear. He could feel it. The ...
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