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In the dark and dank dungeon, a man lay sprawled on the floor, his hands and feet shackled. His tattered clothes could not conceal the wounds covering his body.,But his tendon was severed, and he was powerless. With a stumble, he fell down, the shackles clanging.,Lan Qingjia's double script violently trembled, tears welling up in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. They were filled with anger, hatred, pain, and sorrow.。