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A corpse clutching its throat fell directly in front of Gu Yunyou from the third-floor railing.
On the other side, twenty meters behind Mu Fan, a Luoshan Prison Guard, who had abruptly stood up with guns in both hands, was instantly shot in the head, brains and blood splattering all over the wall.
"That's the best news I've heard this year."
Gu Yunyou's voice was calm as he lowered the pistol.
"Once again, I invite you to join the Mountain Mist Association."
Mu Fan looked up indifferently at this seemingly unfamiliar classmate and shook his head.
"Without the protection of the Revolution Army... where can you go?" Gu Yunyou squinted.
"The universe is vast, anywhere is accessible." Mu Fan spoke quietly, emphasizing each word.
"Young Master!" A solemn-looking officer glanced at the unyielding Mu Fan and then turned to Gu Yunyou.
However, Gu Yunyou merely raised a palm.
"Let him go."
The team silently parted to open a straight path.
