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... e are a lot of people inside.

   Not only official players, but also official members who are not players will be trained here.

   After all, official civilians are also required to master some combat skills.

   It is said that even when they go to work, they all wear special pistols around their waists.

  Li Changhe followed Cang Yueming through the shooting range. Among them, many people were practicing spears or crossbows.

  Although there are soundproofing ...

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