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The tunnel was pitch black.
The air was filled with a damp, rotten smell.
Occasionally, one could see big rats brazenly scurry past.
"That head alone would be enough to keep Grandpa Bei happy for a whole year of famine!"
Xu Changsheng kept his distance from the subway tracks in the tunnel; his fearlessness towards the Despair Church didn't mean he wasn't afraid of the subway.
A random collision could annihilate him.
The path around him was treacherous.
Xu Changsheng followed the smell, sensing that the people he was tracking were also moving slowly.
Where were they going?
He hadn't stumbled upon their main base, had he?
Xu Changsheng altered his face, making it look downtrodden, filthy, and distressed...
He maintained some distance from the crowd ahead.
He walked for what felt like an entire hour!
Xu Changsheng couldn't help but want to curse.
Was this some fun sports meet organized by the Despair Church or an underground tunnel marathon?