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... >Behind the man, there are fourteen people, all of them are anxious.

"Mcazar, what did you suddenly find me?"

The phone face of the poker face is slow, and the sound is very low.

"I have to retreat, the mission can't go on!"

Mezak sighed.

"You want to terminate the task? Why? You know, you made a promise in front of the adult, and now you violate it. Do you know what the consequences are?"

There was a sigh of anger in the low voice.

This big event ...

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