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... asking for taxes.
“Where the heck is tax? Do you think we have enough time to stay here? This place is such a dirty place. I want to puke. Hurry up and get me the money.”
One of the henchmen ordered the villagers.
The villagers gathered but they didn’t dare to make a sound. They kept their heads low.
The village head came forward. He was an old man around eighty years old.
He stood in front of the henchmen and said, “The news was sudden. We didn’t have en ...
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