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Chapter Seven Hundred Thirty-Eight
About three to four minutes later.
Two people peeked their heads out cautiously on the slope.
They were scouts from the Central Chuan Group.
They quickly discovered the people of the West Chuan Group lying on the ground, and the two scouts were shocked—the bodies of the West Chuan Group's people were all stained red, clearly indicating they had been eliminated.
Which group could be so ruthless?
Even if the West Chuan Group was weak, it was still a unit of the Special Action Division.
Their strength couldn't be that poor.
To be wiped out so quickly, could it be an ambush by other groups?
The two scouts didn't dare to act rashly and sent the news back. After a while, under the leadership of Yang Zhao, people from the Central Chuan Group groped their way over.
He didn't rush to show himself.
He hid, patient as ever.
