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"I swear, I really don't have any malice, I don't have any thoughts!"

If Brother Biao could still move his hands now, he would definitely raise his hands in a gesture of surrender.

But it was a pity that Lingxia had beaten his hand to the point of comminuted fracture. The doctor had clearly told him that there was little hope of curing it.

At least with today's medical technology, it's not an easy thing to heal his hand.

For him, this actually seemed like...