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Eight hundred and eighty-second.

"Shit!"

Sarih's face changed drastically. At this time, his weapon was no longer by his side.

Taking a step back.

Even if he had a weapon by his side, it would be useless.

He was tied up by the whip.

He could not use his hands at all.

What was worse was that.

The two assassins were already in front of him