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Wu Qiong stood on the pickup truck with a chainsaw in his hand, Arthur in charge of driving.

Toothless laid his head down beside Wu Qiong, while beside the fat hamster were simply burning bottles made of beer and gasoline.

Seeing the corpse tide slowly approaching, Wu Ya's four legs were all trembling. "Boss …" Can I hide in the cab? "

"You can get out of the car if you like