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"After that place up ahead, then head west, about ten kilometers, and we can reach Awaz. Once we're in Awaz, my brothers will be there waiting for us. They will arrange everything, making sure we get away!"
Song Heping had just finished speaking when Rabbani immediately lay flat on the ground.
"I… I really… can't run anymore…"
"Lao Mi," Song Heping said, "shoot him. It looks like he's suffering quite a bit. Don't let him endure this pain."
Mist was drenched in sweat, with droplets rolling down his face and soaking his entire front and back.
But thankfully, he was still holding up.
It's just that the thought of having to run another ten kilometers made his calves start to cramp.
"FUCK! Why haven't you done it?"
He cursed, "You want to play the good guy?"
Those who were on the verge of collapsing didn't have a good temper.
He had never seen someone who could run like Song Heping.