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"Zzz~" "Zzz~ Calling King, Old River calling King. Oh no, big trouble. Trouble, King is gone."
A burst of radio noise came from the walkie-talkie, along with the joyful shouts of Old River.
These pulled him back from the cold memories to reality. The emptiness in Yves King's eyes gradually faded. He lazily held the unprofessional walkie-talkie and said, "You're the one who's gone."
"Hehe, if you're not dead, come to the duty room. I'll introduce you to a few brothers," Old River said with a dismissive laugh.
"Ok." Yves King smiled and put away the walkie-talkie. He arrived at the security guard duty room on the first floor. As soon as he pushed the door open, he heard a burst of laughter and the aroma of roast chicken. Five security guards in the same uniform sat in disarray inside.
