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... side with their last breath. Once the stormy waves come, no one knows what will happen next to being thrown off the boat. Not myself."
Standing on the central tower of Beacon City, which is more than 60 meters tall, Long Anguo held a square communication device in his hand and looked at the distant scenery.
In the darkness of the night, the left side of the communication device flickered with crimson light from time to time, pulsing like a pulse.
But the light on the right ...
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