-The Best Valentine-
A firework doesn't go off without a reason, and a clear noon sky can't convey its explosion perfectly.
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"They've run away, Ric!" Morgan spoke up. He looked at his boss and his friends, who were just staring at the wall full of photo frames.
Morgan took a deep breath, surveying the chaotic state of their base, even the sheets hanging under the windows.
Morgan had expected that their captives would escape, but he didn't predict that Erlang would directly intervene, tearing this place apart.
"What's our plan, Ric? Do we strike back or wait as usual? "
The man in question is Eric was silent, his lips tightly shut as if to signal that he wouldn't open for a long time, his fingers fiddling with the lighter. Open, close, and leave the cigarette unburned.
Morgan glanced at his watch. It was almost dawn. All done. The fight was over, with defeat on their side.
"Eric!"
