After sending away the doubtful Ludwig, the smile on Anson's face disappeared immediately, and he looked at Fabian with a serious face: "Can you get in touch with the Shotgun Club and ask them to find a way to organize their manpower and delay the army's attack on the inside?" City time?"

"I advise you not to do that." Fabian raised his brows, and his hurried steps forward revealed that he was also a little flustered:

"Now the plan is going well so far, it's completely under your control

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