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Fischer lit a cigarette for himself and glanced at the cigarette case in his hand, Eastern cigarettes, smuggled into the secret police system through connections by that kid Durin. The cigarettes weren't bad, with a healing effect on the lungs. The young man was thoughtful, and even better at turning a profit. He had a promising future, limitless in potential.
As he thought this, listening to the cries from above, the old man sitting at the rear of the car tilted his head back to look at Bigfoot standing at the gap on the third floor, who shook his head: "Almost the entire fourth floor has been blown to bits, and the wizard lord says the explosion originated from the stove area."
Then, the young man lifted up the half of an arm he held in his hand: "This is the only thing we found, no idea whose it is."
