Ji Jue's smile grew even more cheerful as he casually pulled a piece of table board from the ruins, sat down, and waved indifferently: "Call the police, Old Gou!"
"Believe in the law and justice of Central Earth, they will surely give us an explanation!"
"..."
Old Gou began to sweat.
He didn't understand what Ji Jue was up to, but instinctively, he felt a chill.
Yet in the silence, he ultimately said nothing.
He pulled out his phone.
.
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Fight! Fight! Fight!!!
At the moment the explosion's flames rose, countless secretive glances that were cast in the dark were illuminated. Anticipated, yet one couldn't help but get excited.
So lively!
Less than a minute after the explosion, Shaban received the news. Three minutes later, the informants had precisely delivered the news to every client. Ten minutes later, nearly all peers were awake, sitting behind their desks, spinning pens, legs crossed, awaiting news.
Or constantly dialing and answering calls, probing each other.
