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... p running.
Black No.1 felt like his lungs were about to explode, partly from exhaustion, partly from anger.
About thirty or forty meters ahead, a slightly hunched short figure wearing a black mask, revealing only a pair of mocking triangular eyes, was staring at him.
Black No.1 swore he didn’t know this person at all, let alone could have offended him.
Today, he was merely secretly watching the Cyan Wolf Gang, hadn’t even started anything when this short guy sudde ...
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