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Chen Zeming smiled and lit up a cigarette: "Don't you guys feel that it's very safe here?"

Chen Zeming led us forward. At the door of the slaughterhouse, what we smelled was not the bloody smell of slaughtering pigs and cows, but a faint murderous aura.

Yes, this kind of killing intent could only be felt by someone who had been in the battlefield for a long time!

I even heard a woman's scream