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It didn't matter though because with such an entertaining prey with him, he could temporarily delay killing – at least until he couldn't suppress it any longer. Regardless, he had to make sure his hands were clean. He needed to remain in a harmless state in front of his prey.

Qin Mo tilted his head, looking striking with his trench coat on. He was practically a walking hanger and with that face, they probably wouldn't be able to make it past the customs without adjustments.

Fortunately, Bo Jiu prepared multiple identification documents. She had found one that was around the Almighty's age and had made slight amendments to his appearance to lower his presence.