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... n one place.

They were trying to check each other's loopholes.

The ability to attack immediately if there is a small gap at any time.

There was a clear tension between them.

Oh Jin-hyeok took a step forward and said with a grim face.

“Fuck. A fucking baby makes work loudly. Wouldn’t it be nice if I just got caught?”

“what? Did you have a rag in your mouth?”

Kim Yoo-jung frowned and replied.

No matter how hard he threw his teammates ...

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