At twelve o'clock midnight, the entrance to Island 1.

"Crack, click, click!"

After flicking the lighter several times, it finally caught fire, igniting the slightly bent cigarette.

"Huh, I'm so tired!"

Beatr took a deep breath of his cigarette, then let out a long puff of smoke.

The trembling hands gradually returned to calm.

"What a bunch of scary little bastards."

He looked at Smog and others lying on the ground in front of him, and there was a trace in his eyes.

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