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... es around this restricted area are not in place.”

Number eight took out his notebook, which was filled with notes. He said with a serious expression, ” we can be sure that there are at least a few places where construction has been cut short, and the alarm facilities in a few places are unreasonable …

“Your attitude is too careless. With such an attitude, how can you ensure that nothing happens in the restricted area?”

“..”

Lu Xin and number five were dumbfounded. ...

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