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... ker dragged two players tied up with iron chains past a specialty store, he turned and looked at the store.


It was silent with no movements inside.


The shoemaker stared suspiciously for a moment before continuing to drag the two players in the direction of the black tower.


Behind him, the little fatty Zhao Ziang and Jack clung to the wall and sighed with relief after hearing the chains leave.


Zhao Ziang’s heart was still thumping as he said, “Docto ...

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