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The cold, rotting orange entered Li Huowang's mouth, and in addition to the unique strange taste of the fruit's decay, there was also the distinctive mustiness.

But Li Huowang, pushed to the extreme of hunger, couldn't care less about that. Right now, this orange was more important to him than any delicacy.

After swallowing a rotten orange, Li Huowang felt slightly better and suddenly stood up, shouting anxiously around him in the pouring rain, "Head of the Bai Family! Don't be afraid, I'm just sick, I'm ill, I am!"

A middle-aged person holding an umbrella saw the disheveled Li Huowang and quickly dragged his wife away in fear.

The reaction of others was the same: the street, which was already sparse due to the rain, cleared out at once.

Li Huowang utterly ignored these changes because he knew the situation back in reality was extremely urgent.

There, he was like pork laid out on a chopping board, and he had to figure out a way to save his own life!