Chapter 613_3

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Talking about these people, they didn't resemble the characters on TV at all; instead of everyone wearing the same black suit with sunglasses, as if they had the word 'cool' written across their faces—they dressed in a variety of outfits. If they scattered, you really wouldn't be able to tell they were together.

It was a relief indeed; otherwise, it would've been a waste of good clothes!

What happened next was just as the shop owner and that young man had seen, as simple as eating and drinking.

After dealing with the few in the courtyard, the trench coat-clad figure waved his hand at them, "There were two more at the back door; they've been taken care of. Now hurry up and leave!"

The shop owner, trying to maintain his composure, calmly asked, "Comrade, thank you. May I ask who you are...?"

Of course, it was a comrade; in this foreign land, who else would mercilessly wipe out a group of hostile forces to save their lives, if not a comrade?