How could he produce anything good with such materials?
They could not be called pills at all, more like poison!
“Please let me go!
I’ll do anything if you can just forgive me!” Dickens wished he could do something to atone for his sins.
However, Philip doubted this loser’s words.
He then tapped his finger on Dickens’ head, and a golden light entered his body.
Dickens quickly confessed his crimes, including the identities of the buyers.
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