C818 His Life Was Not Meant to End
Another day passed.
It was the morning of the weekend.
Some people were still busy, but some people were leisurely.
In a high-class fishing area in the northern suburbs of Zhoumei City, a man in his fifties was fishing by the lake.
His fishing posture was very strange.
Most people would sit on a stool or a chair when fishing, but he was actually sitting cross-legged.
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