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Seeing the cigarette butt of a Great Front Gate.
Geng Biao immediately felt as if an invisible giant hand was clutching his heart tightly, giving him an almost suffocating illusion.
It wasn't just him.
Master Ma also stood there, petrified, his pupils trembling deeply, with a roaring wave inside his heart that wouldn't calm down for a long time.
"Uncle Ma, was this cigarette butt flicked by Xu Wendong earlier?" Geng Biao swallowed, trying to calm his emotions, but his trembling voice betrayed his inner panic.
Master Ma said nervously, "I haven't seen anyone else smoke Great Front Gates for a long time. Besides him, who else could it be?"
Geng Biao turned around and looked at the distant spot, "It's more than 180 meters from here to outside. It's hard enough for an ordinary person to hit a golf ball over here with a club, yet he flicked a cigarette butt to help me make the shot. Isn't this a dream?"
