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... somewhat unable to meet Black Spade Q’s gaze directly. He lowered his head and muttered softly, “Young Master Qin… save some face for me, and stop asking.”
“Heh.” He sneered coldly, his face masked and inscrutable, but his presence commanded inherent authority, “Do you think the Ninth Young Master will let us off after messing this up?”
He looked at the commotion outside and Madam Yin Man being taken away, sighing lightly, “This identity of Black Spade Q will appear before everyo ...
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