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... lso looking at Ryze.
"Boss, you have the final say." Ryze put his hand on the bowstring, sniffed the faint smell of alcohol in the air from time to time, and licked his lips.
The man with glasses shook his head, instead of putting down the steel crossbow, he kept guarding the surroundings.
They acted in groups of five, although they were more efficient than others, they were still exhausted.
Abandoning their own shelter and making a living by attacking other people's ...
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