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Li Qianzi cried out in despair, resisting fiercely. The man with the scar roared in anger, his hand gripping her neck tightly, suffocating her.,As the man with the scar increased his grip, Li Qianzi's breathing grew more labored and her consciousness began to fade...,Li Qianzi grabbed the scar-faced man's arm with one hand, and held his neck with the other, then twisted hard.。