The clear red liquid meandered towards the boy on the white carved round table, and landed on the white suit, dyeing one part of the coat a light water red.

Shuji Tsushima stood up in pain, brought the chair down, and fell to the ground, curled up and trembling.

The panting sound showed the other party's pain at the moment.

With the movement of him falling to the ground, a white bottle also fell out of the opponent's suit pocket, rolled around, rolled

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