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... ke a sound. Xiao Lin darted to the left of Lao Chen like an arrow, the wind carrying a burnt smell. The silenced bullet was still at Lao Chen’s temple, and his hand tightly gripped those five yuan bills, his wide eyes truly unable to find peace in death.
The shadow moved quickly. By the time Xiao Lin felt the shooting position, the person was already gone. He jumped onto the nearest building, climbing up an advertisement lightbox, realizing that he had been too careless.
A shadow ...
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