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As the man with the scar increased his grip, Li Qianzi's breathing grew more labored and her consciousness began to fade...,A roar of anger erupted, and Li Qianzi suddenly kicked the man with the scar on his face upwards.,In the silvery flash, the disfigured face of Zi wasn't as panicked as before. His eyes were sharp and filled with killing intent, like a fierce demon from hell, sending chills down one's spine.。