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The air rushed back into Zi'an's lungs in big, deep breaths, dispersing the breath of death.,Eight years as an agent honed a will of steel, gritted teeth, shouldered the shame and pain that wasn't theirs, beat by beat, fresh blood spilling from within. The back was scarred, nearly broken, with every blow.,Zi'an had firmly remembered this voice. His experience as a special agent told him that the voice belonged to Xia Chengxiang, his biological father.。