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"Damn it, why won't these mosquitoes just die!" He had just sprayed insect repellent, but being in such an environment, the bandit still felt unbearable discomfort all over.
Perhaps he had grown too accustomed to wining and dining that he had forgotten the hardships of his earlier days as a small-time thug, to the point that even this kind of environment was becoming intolerable.
He was even beginning to envy his companion nearby, who seemed content being brawnier and simpler-minded. At least that guy seemed unperturbed no matter the setting. With that thought, he turned his head to look in the other direction.
And then, he suddenly opened his mouth wide, as if he had seen a ghost.
In fact, he actually had seen a ghost.
He saw a shadowy figure suddenly appear behind his partner, who was holding the binoculars and preparing to diligently survey the distant area once again. The figure reached out, grabbed his companion, and disappeared in an instant.
