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Suddenly, a voice erupted from the crowd, "He's the one who set the fire!"

"Yes, we saw it; it was him who started the blaze!"

Another person shouted towards Wu Xiaode from a distance.

By now, the firefighters and patrol police had arrived. Hearing the accusations, several officers started walking towards Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode swiftly scanned the crowd.

The speakers were those thugs.

They had come back to see what had become of their boss.

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