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The dense mass of golden blades and swords on the fishing net surrounded Xiao Yi. He pierced his clothes and skin, causing a heart-wrenching pain.

Just as the people of the Buano clan were putting away the fishing net, the tight-uniformed man pointed his black gun at Xiao Yi's head.

At this moment, Xiao Yi couldn't move at all. Something like a fishing net had a certain shrinkage