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"What now?" Yves King looked at her with a frustrated face, his emotions had been tossed about like a rollercoaster by her. In his heart, he wondered exasperatedly, Granny Cade, are you done yet? You're drunk, it's late at night and instead of sleeping, you're bothering me, is that it?
He really wanted to tell her to go clean up and sleep.
"You say you were a soldier, but the gunshot wounds and knife wounds on your body, where did they come from?" Baby Cade extended her long fingers and lightly poked at his scars, her lips pursing into a stern question.
"Eh, is it weird for a soldier to have gunshot wounds?" Yves King was impressed by the energy of the girl in front of him. She had been drinking quite a bit at the bar just now, how could she have sobered up so quickly?
"Nonsense, of course it's weird. Our country is not at war right now." Baby Cade eyed him coldly, "Of course, it's strange that you have gunshot wounds. Hurry up, come clean."
