The moon was high in the sky.
The sickle-like crescent moon poured out cold brilliance.
The Malang Global Financial Center was two sides of the same coin. In the darkness, at the 101 floor.
"The 'Godfather' has given us the condition to leave. He wants us to give this building to him. Otherwise, he will lock us up and stop all the supplies from the outside world."
At the long table.
The yellow-skinned middle-aged man looked around and said.
"He's the first person who dared to reject the Dawn Sect."
The middle-aged man replied with anger.
"This is a very special time. All our forces in the State of Zhao are preparing another plan."
The old man holding the walking stick looked at the yellow-skinned middle-aged man and spoke.
"How long can your supplies in the building last?"
He paused for a moment and continued asking.
"No more than twenty-four hours."
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