C499 CHAPTER499 THE GREAT ART OF SELF-DECEPTION

In the creases of his hands, thin streams of murky liquid started to trickle down. It didn't seem to be pure blood either—just a mix of things that looked pretty gross. Sam Moreels quickly took off his shoes and swapped them for a new pair. It was just too disgusting. The strength and precision of that kick earlier were spot on! This accuracy could outmatch anything!

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