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... them respectfully when they saw them. .

"Where's the people?" a blond, thin man wearing a gray Y organization combat uniform and a white bone skull crown asked with bloodshot eyes staring at the Y organization squad leader in front of him.

"Sir Dougui, the two fighters have already left. They are too powerful, and our people have also lost their way." The team leader of the Y organization lowered his head and trembled respectfully to the lean man. , The body was already sweating pr ...

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