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... he pitch-dark room, a figure with his upper body bare and both his head and legs wrapped in bandages, sat in a chair, continuously flicking ashes from his cigarette.
Amidst the swirling smoke, the faint light filtering through the gaps in the curtains revealed a gloomy male face.
It was indeed a member of the Razor Gang, a disciple from the Golden Wind Dojo, Duan Kaiping.
His gaze shifted toward a corner of the room, his expression fluctuating uncertainly.
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