A captive domestic animal

Yes, there's nothing to regret, and decades later Lucio, the beginnings remain the same.

"Ugh? So... Did Grand Admiral Frisman agree?" Porter asked with some concern.

After rendezvousing, without further ado, the group immediately made a quick break for the prison, and as they walked, Aiyang pantingly explained the current situation.

Whitney pursed his lips and gripped the steering wheel, but his eyes couldn't stop drifting in Lucio's direction, who sat painfully in his seat, his eyes closed, his body grey and dull, cold sweat oozing out. His injuries were not light, if it were a normal person, he probably wouldn't have been able to move, thanks to his being able to hold on until now. He had been shot once in his left shoulder, once in his left upper arm, once in his right outer arm, and twice in his right great bruit, and the only thing left intact was his left bruit. In addition, there were numerous abrasions and countless wounds on the body. Due to his special physique, the wounds
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