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"Slap him to death! Fuck you! How dare you slap my face?! Beat me to death!"

On the other side, a black-clothed ghost whose face had already swollen had endured the sight of the situation over here. At that moment, it covered its face and cried out.

This was the first time in his life that he had felt such sadness. He had never felt so aggrieved when he had become an assassin, but now