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Arabic's angry voice rang out: "Chen Che! Is this your foolproof plan? Is this how you handle things, Zhou Shaoyang is now captured, what should we do?"
Facing Arabic's furious roar, Chen Che retorted without hesitation: "You're talking bullshit, when did I ever say it was foolproof?!
I said more than once while handling the matter, that I've been targeted, I've been targeted by that mad dog Luo Qingtian!
The best way for him to leave the city now is through your Apocalypse Society, not through me, and to find his own way out.
It's your own damn fault for not believing!
What the hell can I do?"
Chen Che sat heavily on the bench, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.
Arabic's cheeks twitched, he knew that it couldn't be entirely blamed on Chen Che. Chen Che had warned them multiple times in advance that he was being watched.
