They seemed to have lost control of their bodies as they mumbled the same words in front of the people around them.
His muscles were completely out of control due to the intense fear, and his tone was strange and elongated.
only one chance ...
only one chance ...
His voice grew louder and louder. As he repeated his words, his eyes and snot were hanging on his face in a distorted manner.
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"What are you doing?"
In a secret room, the man was comfortably seated on a sofa, using a lighter to heat up a cigar in his hand. He was methodically explaining to the spokesperson how much support he could give him in the reconstruction of Black Swamp city, but also what kind of method the spokesperson was going to use to earn enough benefits for him. Suddenly, he realized that something was wrong.
The cigar was already burnt by the flames, and a large piece of it was red.
However, he didn't dare to blink and just stared at the spokesperson in front of him.
