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Emperor Quan watched him intensely, biting his cigarette. When he saw that Iron Hand was still hemming and hawing without saying much, he took a breath and narrowed his eyes, "When a man talks, he shouldn't act like a woman."
Finally, in Iron Hand's bewildered state, Emperor Quan closed his eyes and lay down with the cigarette still in his mouth.
"If you're willing, you can keep following."
Iron Hand let go and let out a long sigh of relief.
"Thank you, Fourth Master, for your trust!"
Zhan Se slowly walked on the brightly lit streets, not knowing how far she had gone. Her legs felt weak, and her heart was tired and heavy. As she glanced at the shop windows and the passing crowd, she felt as if a nerve had been pulled in her, making her body float slightly.
