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Shen Zhouyi got into the car.

The car drove to the port.

A cruise ship was parked.

Chen Zhaoqing got off the car and when he got on the boat, he subconsciously extended his hand to Shen Zhouyi, wanting to support him.

But Shen Zhouyi went straight up.

The hand fell into nothing.

The breeze blew, as if there were sharp thorns in the threads.

Chen Zhaoqing gently closed his fingertips and finally clenched into a fist.

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Bang!

Shooting range.

The sound of gunfire continued.

The moving target disc is covered with bullets.

Until the last shot.

Zhuang Huaijun looked down at his numb hands, as if the tendons and veins of his entire arm were twisted into twists.

He coughed lightly, his lips becoming paler.

He has been recuperating since last time and is in danger.

"Mr. Zhuang!"

Suddenly.

The door of the shooting range was opened, and people came in a hurry.

How to say... My uncle is also a living person, with ups and downs, joys and sorrows, and he has carried too much in the past. This is one of his few indulgent self-indulgents. He has always lived too tiring and hard. Don't hate my uncle
Chapter completed!