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In Chiang Le's awareness, Cripple Chiang's heart was racing to its limit, pounding like the most frantic of drumbeats...

A sheen of cold sweat coated Cripple Chiang's forehead.

He lifted a hand to wipe away the sweat, only to realize it was shaking uncontrollably.

Nervousness had gripped him—true, deep-seated nervousness. Despite being the heir to the Ghost Hand