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... meone over there, go and check it out.”

“Someone?” Zhu Zhan’s eyes lit up.

He was very eager to meet up with people from the Giant Pig Tribe. It would be great if it was someone he was familiar with, as it meant that he could ask about Zhu Zhu’s situation directly. If it was someone who he had a grudge with, he could also just fight them first before asking about the situation.

It didn’t matter as long as he was able to meet someone.

Zhu Zhan’s subordinates were thinking ...

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