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"Snort, still saying you didn't mean it... Huh? You're hurt? Who hit you?"
"Can you see it?"
Seeing Nana actually able to spot the palm print on his lower abdomen, Li Pan was somewhat surprised; even the prosthetic doctors couldn't see it, right?
"How did this happen? Was it branded with a block of iron? Does it hurt?"
Nana reached out and touched it,
"It's so hot, do you need me to get the first aid kit?"
"No worries, I'm fine, hey, wait a minute, did you just say they were monitoring your hand... in the casino?"
Nana gave him an annoyed look,
"It's the firewall that's monitoring! So that's what you care about, huh? Alright, alright, if you can't use your hands, then don't."
After resting for a quarter of an hour, Nana washed her face and returned to her casino job, while Li Pan straightened his suit and, in his Sage mode, observed the bustling crowd weaving through the bars. For some reason, he felt like he had forgotten something.
Then it hit him.
