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... as driving," Qin Xueming’s eyes shone with intensity. "With Star Abyss expanding more and more, the routes are getting fewer for the train group."

"Before long, these train groups will either have to change their vehicles or improve the all-terrain mode. However, their speed is faster than car groups, and many have already caught up with Dawn Center."

"Dawn Center? What’s its current scale?"

"Over six million people," Han Jun spoke in a calm tone. "The long march of ten ...

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