The machete’s knife that was pierced into Lina’s thigh twisted slowly, first clockwise and then counterclockwise. Ye Jian, who was holding the machete, heard the screams from Lina’s throat, and her eyes became cold. “It hurts, right? I know it hurts, but you just have to endure it, okay? So many girls have lost their lives in your hands, so ...
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