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Qiao Zhe stopped where he was, calmly looking around and frowning slightly.

"Hands up!" A cold voice rang out, and the crowd split apart. A familiar figure slowly walked over, holding a gun. They faced each other, his expression extremely cautious. However, there was a trace of complacency in his eyes.

Qiao Zhe didn't move.

His gaze swept over them