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They bowed slightly and said, "Leave this place as quickly as possible."
Accompanied by a massive roar, the bronze-colored warplane closed its hatch. At that moment, however, they heard a voice, as if it was carried by the wind from the mountaintop.
"Run, run as far as you can."
It was the voice of Lu Bu'er, who stood on the rugged, desolate mountain path, only a step away from the summit but instead lit a cigarette in place.
He used an old-fashioned kerosene lighter.
It was old and took several tries to light it up.
The cigarette was also the last one in the box, crumpled and wrinkled.
Surviving that kind of battle was a miracle in itself.
"Creep away, hide in the gutter, and pray silently... that I never find you in this lifetime. Our blood feud was sealed today. I will devote the rest of my life to taking revenge, until the last drop of my blood is shed or the last one of you dies."
The young man's voice was not loud.
But it was like thunder.
