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Withered Tree Bar Room 305
The lead muscleman glanced at the email on his wristband, and his face immediately changed.
The other strong men in the room crowded around to look at the email, then all of their expressions changed at once.
"Boss, is this for real?"
The man with the curved knife stood at the door, speaking softly.
Boom——
Another booming explosion sounded outside the room.
"I'll ask the boss, this should be the Security Union's territory,"
The muscleman sitting in the middle of the room lifted his wristband, but just as he entered the dialing screen, he froze, "Boss, there's no signal!"
"It's a signal jammer,"
The lead muscleman's face became completely stern as he glanced at the wide-open window, "Jump out the window, the heretic faithful should be coming in to search any moment now."
"Boss, what about Black Snake?"
The man with the knife sitting next to him shouted, "She's still on the first floor looking for that kid."