Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
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Under the night, inside an inconspicuous black car, there was a small burst of flame. It revealed a scarred face. The facial features were sharp, especially the pair of eyes that was hidden in the dark. The middle-aged man lit up a match to light the cigarette on his lips.
After taking a deep drag of the smoke, the middle-aged man threw away the extinguished match. The crackling of the cigarette was amplified in the dark and small space. He leaned on the chair. He was alone in the car. An old black-and-white phone was placed before him.
The middle-aged man took out a phone card from his side pocket and plugged it into the phone. After he switched on the phone, he had to wait for it to activate. He clicked into the contact list. There was only one recorded number. The number sat there waiting… like an elder who had lost his ability to move.
He took a deep breath and called the number. After waiting for a while, the call was connected.
“He said yes.” Before the other party could say anything, the middle-aged man said, “I’ve contacted th
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