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... grim silence, so quiet you could hear an ant crawl across the floor.
Even breathing felt awkward, so they were holding their breaths carefully, almost uncomfortably.
Then, suddenly, Wang Nopil, the master of Throwing Seat Fist, spoke with a face full of determination.
“We can’t just sit here waiting.”
“Brother Wang. But what can we even do? If the Gu parasites go wild, we’ll just end up flailing around and getting in the way.”
“So what, we’re just suppose ...
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