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My Cannon Is Three-Kilometer-Wide

“A qualified Artillery Master must have enough attack range! That is why it’s reasonable for me to have a 3-kilometer-wide cannon,” Kerr Cowell said as he watched the people around him react with dumbfounded reactions after his firework display. Tens of thousands of different races were thrown to another world and forced to wage wars against each other. That marked the start of a new world where survival was the sole focus.

Medieval rabbit · Sci-fi
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Chapter 289: "I want to buy this too, the skin is not bad."

"Men are a species with a deep sense of youthfulness."

"Some young men enjoy eSports, sitting at their computer desks battling in competitive games, giving off a youthful vibe."

"And some young men love racing cars, sitting in vehicles, stepping on the accelerator, and finding their youthfulness in the excited screams and shouts."

"While some young men enjoy foot massages, the feeling of youthfulness erupting from them as the masseuses call them 'boss'."

"What about you?"

Kerr Cowell smiled, looking at the man sitting across from him, and asked, "What is your sense of youthfulness?"

"Boss Jacob...don't worry."

With a bitter and sobbing tone, Flynt Fleming looked at Kerr Cowell and hurriedly said, "I've already prepared the money you're owed. It's not that I didn't want to contact you, but I couldn't."

"I didn't have you as a friend, so I couldn't call you or join your verification group, as it was full."

"I had no choice!"