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Vaguely, Wu Qiong seemed to see that strange man in a suit and leather shoes, wearing a tall hat, standing in front of him, looking down at him with a pitiful gaze.
"Brat …" "This time, I won't be able to save you …" The man took off his hat as if to mourn the death of Wu Qiong.
"Destiny is always unpredictable."
Wu Qiong's body was trembling slightly