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Under the pier of a scrap iron bridge.
Wei Zikai stuffed the tightly wrapped oilpaper bag into a hole in the wall.
Then, he used red bricks to block the entrance.
Yan Zhang, who was 1.9 meters tall, frowned slightly.
“Is this place safe?
Don’t let us snatch this thing.
In the end, it was left in the wilderness.
That would be a joke.”
“Even if people laugh to death, it’s Chu Qiankun who’s being laughed at.
It has nothi ...
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