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Chapter 66.1
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Apocalypse Gacha Chapter 1510- You are meat pig (Teaser)
The woman let out a soft gasp, offering a faint smile before lowering her head again. She silently clutched the frayed edge of her shabby gray leather armor.
In the wind and rain, her body trembled slightly—whether from cold or fear was unclear.
"Truthfully, even if I hadn’t intervened, you could have handled that man. Even killed him, right?"
Ye Zhongming stared at her for several seconds before speaking abruptly.
The woman immediately looked up, her face filled with confusion. When she finally spoke, her voice was hesitant.
"W-what do you mean?" She glanced at the nearby corpse and whispered, "I’m no match for him. I don’t dare fight anyone. I... I don’t know how."
Ye Zhongming stepped forward, closing the distance between them, his gaze never leaving her eyes.
Only when they were nearly nose-to-nose did he speak again.
"That tear on your left sleeve isn’t just a tear—it conceals a bullhead needle launcher. The tips are poisoned. If his battle beast hadn’t detected me, he might already be dead by your hand."
As he spoke, the woman’s
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