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... house, but the blood on the ground had not had time to clean them.
The crowd shoved, a little jerky, and didn't seem to understand what Endboulton was saying.
Enderburton didn't seem to be in a hurry. He smiled, took out a large amount of dollars from the side pocket and put it on a small table. This table was an intentionally prepared prop by Endeburton.
Sure enough, when the money was placed on the table, a group of migrant workers immediately glowed a golden light in thei ...
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