It's a pity that no one dared to be curious about this thing, so everyone just acted like guinea pigs fighting each other.

Rest until death.

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The middle-aged man held a half-broken skull in his arms and walked cautiously on the road.

The next second, the smile on his face turned into shock before it even had time to bloom.

A big hand covered his mouth mercilessly, preventing him from making any sound.

He could only stare at the tip of the knife emerging from his chest and slowly twisting it, making the wound become bloody and bloody.

"Damn, you were so careless."

The man frowned, opened his mouth suddenly and tried to bite the palm.

As long as we break free from the constraints, everything can still be discussed.

However, the moment he opened his mouth, something cold was stuffed into his mouth.

After receiving a heavy blow on his stomach, the man subconsciously made a swallowing motion.

The metal ball entered his stomach.

"I'll treat you to it."
Chapter completed!