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After steadying himself, the man in the duckbill cap spat out a breath of foul air. He lifted his hand as if to inspect something, and Tang Ye noticed blood on the web between his thumb and forefinger. His entire hand trembled slightly, but he showed no signs of fear. On the contrary, he seemed surprised, looking at his injured hand as if it were not his own, merely checking for wear and tear as if it were a machine.
Without pain of his own, his face lacked any expression of suffering.
He lowered his head, preventing Tang Ye from seeing his expression, but Tang Ye noticed the man's shoulders shaking slightly. This movement wasn't one of physical pain; it was more like the man was chuckling to himself!
Yes, chuckling—Tang Ye could faintly see his mouth opening.
"Marshal Li, your strength is truly beyond my expectations, heh heh ha ha ha~"
