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... Puxi.
Inside an ordinary milk tea shop.
Even though the air conditioning was set to twenty-four degrees, it was far from hot, yet fine beads of sweat kept sliding down Wu Fan’s temples.
His clenched fists and heavy expression were clear indicators that this young man in his early twenties was on high alert.
The reason was nothing else.
Just over ten minutes ago, as Wu Fan was pulling down the shutter to close the shop, a mysterious large light circle sile ...
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