CHAPTER ELEVEN

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Crescent screamed in terror as he felt a firm tug on his arm. "What the heck is going on here? Who is it?!" He turned his head to see a man. When Crescent noticed an unfamiliar figure in front of him, his body instantly became stiff. The man was in his mid-fifties and he reeked of alcohol. "Hello, little one." The man grinned as he spoke in a slurry tone. The man's sight startled Crescent. On the basis of the man's disheveled appearance, Crescent assumed that he was drunk. He was attempting to remain calm by telling himself that the situation was simply an unpleasant encounter with a drunk man at random. "Excuse me." Crescent tried to shake off the man's hand, grumbling bitterly in a bold voice. "Leave me alone, Mister." Since Crescent was a male, he was certain the drunk had no ulte

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