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CHAPTER - 27

Penulis: Minakshee
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-07-23 05:57:23

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The night reeked of gunpowder and blood.

Bullets cracked through the air as Avyaan Singh Rathore—MADVIPER—ducked behind an overturned car, his pistol gripped tight, eyes burning with fury. Beside him, Hardik Yadav—MADWOLF—returned fire, his face twisted with unshaken resolve.

“Move, Avyaan!” Hardik shouted, covering Avyaan with a spray of bul

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