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When Chiang Kaiwen finished dealing with the seven wolves, she saw that their expressions were dull and motionless. If a string of saliva hung from the corner of her mouth, she would be no different from a fool.

Chiang Kaiwen bent down to pick up the machete that had been stabbed into the ground. She casually plucked a handful of leaves from the tree and wiped off the blood from the machete