"Do you think you’ve won, little girl?" Wei Zhongxian’s rasping, wheezing voice made my ears ring, as if a hundred flies were holding a concert right next to me.
He breathed like a broken bellows. With his blood-streaked face and that twisted grin, he looked like a scene straight out of a low-budget horror flick.
"Think again." He gripped that token so tightly, as if it were a lifeline, that I feared he might crush it to pieces.
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