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... o near, like a tidal wave, and even the slight vibrations traveling through the ground could be felt underfoot.
Fang Qingyu abruptly looked up.
That’s the direction of... Old Port District C7 Dock!?
"No time left." Fang Qingyu made a quick decision, stuffed the nameplate into his pocket, and scanned the unconscious captive. "Take him, let’s go."
Qin Hui didn’t say a word, slinging the limp Modified Martial Artist over his shoulder as if he were carrying a sack. ...
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