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The menacing presence of the man in black drained the color from Lan Linger's face. She glanced at Chu Lin, her eyes wide with alarm.

Chu Lin's brow furrowed as he felt the formidable force against his palm. Gritting his teeth, he threw a punch with all his might.

The blow sent Chu Lin stumbling backward over ten steps. Lan Linger rushed to his side, steadying him with a supportive hand