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"What?"

Gus's heart tightened.

They hated that the boxing champion had created them like chess pieces and played them like puppets.

But the education and environment he had received since childhood still made him instinctively respect and fear the boxing champion.

When he heard the news that the Fist King was coming, he was so scared that his brain went blank, and his legs went weak.

Taking a deep breath to clear his head with the intense smoke and the pungent smell of blood, Gus stammered, "Then—then what should we do?"

"Let me see. I need to do some calculations."

After saying that, Lu Qingchen returned to the steam ball in silence.

Gus could only grit his teeth and continue sweeping with the storm bolter and the Vulcan Machine Gun.

But this time, his fire suppression tactic failed.