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... alert!"


A middle-aged man in the group was the leader of the group.


They were from the nearby Weiyuan Escort Agency. This time, they were entrusted by their employer to carry out this mission.


As for what they were escorting, they themselves did not know.


"Everyone, I'm Wang Xing from the Weiyuan Escort Agency. I don't know what this means!"


The reason he mentioned the Weiyuan Escort Agency was to intimidate these people.


Th ...

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