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"Phew..."

"Phew, phew..."

Zhao Tu's hands, resembling ancient tree bark, were tightly clenched. His nails dug into his palms, and blood began to drip down. At that moment, his desire for revenge reached its peak... Yet, for some reason, he chose to remain silent.

Even if he managed to kill Fu Tian, it would mean certain death for him. Besides, Fu Tian had indeed taken a significant risk today