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... aoer leaned against each other, motionless.
Wen Nian and Song Lili had already chambered their guns and made ready for combat.
On the other side, Song Yangling had long since set up a submachine gun among the tree branches. From this height and distance, he could mow down a dozen people in an instant.
Suddenly, rhythmic whistling began.
Song Yangling and Song Lili perked up their ears, then slowly broke into smiles and relaxed,
"It’s Cong Han,"
Son ...
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