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ang Po-lang's arm tightly, preventing him from swinging it out. His cold voice came out almost word for word, squeezed out from between his teeth, with a hint of gritted teeth."Sit down!"“But――” Jiang... that of an ordinary man. After several tugs, he managed to rip a corner from the garment. He was suddenly excited, and he tugged hard at that torn corner, watching as patch after patch of smooth whit...