Zhang Liangshao sat at the table, wiping the polished holy sword in his hand under the candlelight, recalling the conversation between Song Wenyao and himself in the car that day.
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"What happened, Brother Yao?"
The man next to him parked his car in his garage, turned off the engine, and looked at him.
"Really want to know?"
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