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In the gloomy dungeon, a faint bloody aura was floating. On the rack of torture, there was a person with a very good figure. His head was hanging down, and his body was covered with the scars of all sorts of torture instruments.
"Speak or not, where is the Tiger Tally?" Prince Zhongshan waved the whip in his hand, which was full of barbs, before he could get Lee Feiran's answer