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Cha Xiaodao sighed, "The Treasure Ship King probably doesn't have the time to entertain us right now."
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"That wretched person!"
Lin Ajin's eyes were bloodshot, and it took a long time for him to calm down.
His left palm had been severed, and thick bandages wrapped around the wound were seeping with blood. The valiant general Ao Xing, who had always been close by his side, was nowhere to be seen.
The atmosphere in the hall was heavy. No one spoke.
