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Liu Li was stunned for a long time and finally collapsed. Angrily, she drew a wrench from her pocket and hit the Fist King's head. She shouted and hit, hit and cried, and cried and shouted.

"It seems that I've truly made a mistake."

The Fist King controlled the iron puppet to sit down. While Liu Li relentlessly hit him, he held his chin and fell into deep thought. "Let's not be devoted to hitting just yet. Can you tell me what I did wrong? I can write the error in my log, and I guarantee that it will not happen again."

"Who… Who asked you to apologize to me in the appearance of Han Te?"

Clinging to the giant wrench, Liu Li sobbed and said, "Is Han Te's apology so precious? When I said I'm fine, I'm fine! Nobody asked you to treat my wounds for me! Besides, it's not the real Han Te. It's all fake! Everything is fake!"

"I knew that it was a bit too unconvincing."