Chapter 153

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Jiang Ting also smiled and walked toward those years when laughter, blood, and tears were intertwined with numerous achievements and raging wars.

Black smoke billowed on the steep cliff, stones were cracked, and the air was filled with the choking smell of burned leather.

Numerous police cars were lined up on the mountain road, and red and blue police lights illuminated the sky. SWAT, criminal police, lifeguards, forest police... Countless people in uniforms came and went in a hurry, and the beams of flashlights staggered and swayed under the cliff.

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