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... the first one to arrive here.


Jin Cheng’s eyes were malicious. He glanced over the 2 of them then stared at Du Xie and asked, “Old man, where did you hide the others?”


He had thought that Du Xie would bring the entire tribe with him. He did not expect that there were only 2 of them.


Du Xie raised his head and shouted in a deep voice, “Who are you?”


“Who am I?” Jin Cheng laughed maniacally. He looked at Du Xie with pity and answered, “It seems that ...

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