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At this moment, a large number of monsters began to surge around them. It seemed they knew the city was being disrupted, hence their intrusion.

As Lin Qing made his choice, he heard an elderly sigh in his ear. Looking up and around, there were no other figures except Han Ming. The sigh felt like a delusion.

Ming Xin snorted coldly and stopped punishing Yan He. Turning to enter the inner room, Ming Xin suddenly sensed something.

Stanislaw Potocki, the elderly official, did not speak. In fact, since their return journey began, he had said nothing.

Watching Autumn Nanfeng with a look of interest, he circled her and then pounced on Du Ge who was lying down nearby.

Zhang Wei's eyes flashed with anger as he was about to react when he suddenly sensed a slight tremor beneath his feet. He turned around in surprise and saw Major Meng Hu walking towards the dining hall from afar.

Lin Feng reiterated, "Standing up now is not to support Beijing XX Team's withdrawal from the match; rather, it’s our responsibility and duty to voice our stance for the sake of China's football environment."

"Whoever opens this mountain, whoever plants it. If you want to pass through, bring food!" Chicken Head proudly raised his new double-barreled shotgun, a recent acquisition that he had obtained by selling two children and spending time with a gun dealer.

Doro thought his brain-eating act was discovered and hastily wiped his mouth, trying to erase the remnants of the cerebrospinal fluid. He then met Sally's gaze without any change in expression.

From this point, Wang Ping began to form some hypotheses based on the existing psychological data of the long-haired man. The personality structure includes the id, ego, and superego—self-awareness, self-experience, and self-control.

Although the aura emanating from that person on stage was indeed similar to the one who had caused trouble a few days ago, if it were truly him, his strength might be even greater than expected.

This harsh act could only be tolerated by Yin Zhonghua now. She smiled slightly and stepped back. Li Xun glanced at her but said nothing, focusing instead on Water Orchid Lan. The room fell silent, eerily quiet.

Li Xun remembered that all three had participated in the chaotic attack on the阴阳宗the previous day. Calculating their time here, they had been lingering for quite some time. This meant they were indeed here... setting a trap?

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