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These words could no longer be said in front of Liao Zhenbo. It is the source of evil. That person straightened out. He would leave nothing behind, not even his face, which was corroding when he spoke.

Indeed.

Liao Zhenbo placed the white towel in his hand onto the table. He turned around slowly. He looked at Zhuang Mengdie. He stood there in awe. His face was as dark as the night