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Three days later, in the morning.
The city's train station.
Although it looked just like any other day, crowds coming and going as usual.
But if you looked closely, several people by the roadside had their hands inside their jackets, seemingly selling pirated CDs, but actually searching for the best shooting angles.
Further ahead, a few black car drivers had been replaced with new faces.
They were twirling keys in their hands, as though turning the wheel of an armored vehicle.
Ta-da—
The street vendor selling egg pancakes rolled the dough in his hands, as if subduing border drug dealers with a martial arts grip.
Zhang Feng, wearing sunglasses and a hat, arrived here with Old Liu, and with just one glance, he knew that the station had been infiltrated by a special squad.
Seeing all this, Zhang Feng felt it was quite normal.
Because this time, not only was he taking the train, but there were also over a dozen treasure-class researchers in the station.
