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It was a portable speaker that used dry batteries.
Music was one of the few entertainment for the devils in the Furious Blood Wasteland.
It was especially so for the devils who had taken the stimulant drugs. When they were fighting, gambling, or venting their primitive desires, they loved to play crazy rock music to liven things up.
Boss Gold Tooth pressed the play button. The sound of wailing metal immediately came from the speaker.
Bai Xiaolu and Wan Zanghai both had a headache.
Boss Gold Tooth pursed his lips. He pulled out the player on the speaker, crushed it, and threw it out of the window into the sandstorm.
Then, he carefully took out his own player from his chest and plugged it in. The melodious old song immediately reverberated in the stuffy coach, bringing a bit of coolness.
"In the heavenlike West Virginia
There was the Nando River in the Blue Ridge Mountains.