Mason Ye hurriedly climbed to the rusty gap beside a vent on the roof of the warehouse and looked in through the palm-sized hole. From this angle, you can't see the whole view of the warehouse. You can only see Mao Qingxi slumped on the ground, looking ahead, as if he was very scared.
The strange screams continued, sounding like some kind of wild beast or a mental patient. Mason Ye was frightened when he heard it. He wanted to see what it was, but he couldn't see the angle.
There was also a young man's voice speaking with a strange accent, just like the Japanese voices he had heard speaking Chinese in Shanchi Chong before.
Could it be Japanese? Mason Ye's ears stood up sharply.
The voice smiled faintly and said, "I actually admire you, brother. Although you hurt my brother and Dongxiang, there must not be many people in the world who can hurt them with bare hands. I always admire people who have the ability." "
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