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In the middle of the room, there was an old and worn out chair, and a person was sitting on it with his head lowered, constantly playing with a claw blade in his hand. From the size of his clothes, it was obvious that this was Wang Wusi.

"He's an expert at Claw Knife." Hamborg smacked his lips. It seemed that he liked the dagger a lot.

I shot him a sidelong glance