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The scar-faced man grinned cruelly and roughly tore open Li Qianzi's collar.,Li Qianzi cried out in despair, resisting fiercely. The man with the scar roared in anger, his hand gripping her neck tightly, suffocating her.,Just then, Li Qianzi's closed eyes suddenly flew open. Her eyes were bright as snow and sharp as lightning.。