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“Boom boom boom…”

A roaring sound kept arising from a square.

A large group of men was continuously attacking an Energy Shield.

Inside the Shield, there were four young girls: Xia Weiwei, Le Xuan, Mai Mengmeng, and Xue Qianqin.

As for those attacking the Shield, it was clearly Huang Weiyi who came to capture Xia Weiwei and Le Xuan.

“Xia Weiwei, stop your futile resistance, just surrender,” Huang Weiyi laughed arrogantly, “don’t think anyone will com ...

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