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Chapter 29. The Corrosive Prescription of Death
Author: Orion
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​"Enjoy your final seconds as your flesh is chewed right off your bones alive, Zac."

​Bryan's voice echoed faintly from the communication device left behind in the outer hallway. The mafia doctor's tone was saturated with absolute satisfaction upon seeing his sworn enemy cornered completely with no avenue of escape.

​Zac spat filthy blood onto the tiled floor of the storage room. His left waist felt exactly as if it had just been violently impaled by thousands of incandescent iron needles. The
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