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Maruyama Takeshi's brain stalled for a second.
Having just processed what Tang Qing said.
He couldn't help but have a bitter look on his face.
"Kid, you're still in the mood for jokes at this time? You've seen what's happening on our side, someone's impersonating International police, trying to kill us. I don't know if you can help me.
If I can get out of this trouble, I'll have a hefty reward for you. If you can't do anything, then you'd better run away quickly."
Maruyama Takeshi wasn't the kind of person who, even in death, would insist on dragging others into a 'team,' nor had he thought about sending any final words back home. If he survived, everything would be fine; if he died, no words could avenge him.
"Forget running away, I haven't gotten into that habit yet, and besides, I'm quite interested in the 'hefty reward' you mentioned," Tang Qing stressed the words 'hefty reward' heavily.
It looks like.
There's an extra harvest.
