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"It's over... it's over... we've lost..."
The members of Canglong Camp were gloomy, each person seeming to carry a look of utter despondency.
They had come here looking for a fight, but they had encountered a tough opponent. Even the top ace of Youtian War Zone, Gong Qiancheng, had been defeated. Though it wasn't an official competition, the psychological impact on them was immense.
Chu Minghui also covered his chest, filled with immense regret.
He had chosen the peach precisely to hold onto Gong Qiancheng's mighty coattails, yet now those coattails had been cut.
And it was he who had proposed the ill-advised idea to challenge the Divine Machine Camp.
Now, with things turned out this way, when he returned to Youtian War Zone, he feared he wouldn't have an easy time.
With this thought, Chu Minghui felt the urge to die.
'Boom, boom, boom—'
The helicopter from Youtian War Zone took off, carrying the defeated soldiers of Canglong Camp away in low spirits.
