Old Mo narrowed his eyes slightly. His wrinkled and weather-beaten face now revealed an eerie, bone-chilling sinister aura.
He slowly raised his right hand, which had been tightly clutching a cigarette lighter, as if that hand were as heavy as the fate of the entire world.
Illuminated by the faint flame, Old Mo's lips could be clearly seen curving upward into a bizarre, extreme smile.
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