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Just when Li Huowang saw that the wall clock on the wall reached twelve o'clock, there was a piercing sound of metal friction, and the door of the steel factory was pushed open.

When he walked out of the steel factory with his belongings, he saw two off-road vehicles parked there, and he couldn't open his eyes because of the high beams.

"Get in the car." Zhao Shuang's voice sounded from behind the dazzling white light.

When Li Huowang walked to the car door, he saw not ...

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