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"Hu! Hu! Hu! Hu!" Zhang Chu Lan suddenly dropped to the ground, panting heavily. It wasn't that he had to expend a lot of strength, but the psychological pressure he felt was just too great.

Soon, Zhang Chu recovered some of his composure. He sat up and wiped the blood off his face.

Zhang Xiashan felt a little strange. Li Haimu had clearly finished assembling the gun before him