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... yeon held her gun and quickly distanced herself from Yuk Eun-Hyung as she felt a dangerous aura emanating from him.

Yuk Eun-Hyung looked at the special forces. His eyes were as cold and sharp as they were eerie.

"..."

The aura in Yuk Eun-Hyung's eyes was beyond hostile. There was a deep, indescribable, horrific hatred there. For some reason, Yuk Eun-Hyung unleashed his intense hatred toward the special forces. In his right hand was an ax. Although it was just an ordinary ...

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Isn’t your Protector really skilled in fighting?

Chen Xing, “He is good at fighting, but when he loses it he’ll hit even me……”

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