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"This..."
Itai Huntington had been paying attention to Night Fairy the moment she walked through the door.
But she hadn't expected the other to be so agile, and now, in just a few seconds, to have come up so close to her.
At this moment, she seemed to be looking into a mirror.
Somehow entranced.
She lifted her hand, and the reflection did the same.
Smiling, and the Night Fairy was smiling too.
Itai Huntington was baffled.
She blinked, her throat moving slightly.
A drop of cold sweat formed on her forehead.
"Brother Davenport, what the hell is this thing?"
Terry Moore, eyebrow raised, pointed at the two identical Itai Huntingtons and said, "Where did you dig up this bargain-bin knockoff?"
Whoosh!
Smack!
A blur passed by.
Terry Moore felt a numbness on his face—he had actually been slapped.
But he...
Didn't even see it clearly.
It was just a blur before his eyes, and he was hit?
He turned around and looked in the mirror.
There really was a palm print.
