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Desperate time desperate measures

Author: Yoanna
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2020-12-19 04:04:21

Ten minutes had left until we finally received the call that the sniper had been taken care of by Kang Xianliang’s right-hand man. At least, this problem was out of the picture. However, seeing what the CCTV footages on Kang Xianliang’s phone showed, it looked like we were far away from being saved. There was a group of seven sturdy men wearing black clothes and masks who invaded the building. Right now, they were approaching us undisturbed by no one. Even after the lifts were sto

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