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"I’ll be honest with you, I need your answer about something." The voice was polite, "Who is so intent on hurting an Eastern child? Can you satisfy my curiosity?"

Levy roared, "F*ck you…ack!" Before he could finish, he was cut off by the pain of his limbs being sliced by knives! There were no wounds at all, as if the knives were inside of his blood and fat, cutting him from the inside. He could not even cry out at the sharp pain. An average person would faint instantly from such pain, greater than that of broken bones, but now, he could not even faint. His limbs spasmed and he writhed uncontrollably on the ground, his eyes rolling in their sockets. The third measure of Black Friday—physical interference!

"Sir, there’s a limit to my patience." The gentle voice sounded in his ears again, but this time, there was an undertone of anger, "Tell me who is it? Who wants the Eastern kid? Answer me!"