"Tie him up, he's still of some use!"
He gave Muyun a cold glance. Although surprised that Muyun had shaved off his beard, he still recognized his face, and then he looked toward Zhao Wenzhou.
The piercing, razor-sharp gaze shot straight at him. Hiding behind the others, Zhao Wenzhou felt his hairs stand on end, as if he were being watched by some ferocious beast.
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