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...

Su Jiyai panicked a bit.

’What is this place...?’ she whispered in her mind.

’This cage... It’s not normal.’

She looked around slowly. There were no weak points, no cracks, not even a single dent in the floor.

Everything was perfect. Too perfect.

’Someone planned this ahead of time...’

.......

Back in RV

The sun had set and risen again, and still, there was no sign of Su Jiyai.

Xi Ping paced back and forth inside the RV, ...

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