Volume 5 Chapter 600 The Purpose of the President's Private Banquet
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The "Huhu ......" had been running for hundreds of meters, a few streets away from the snack street, before Jebal leaned against a corner and gasped for air. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Suddenly, Jebal felt that something was wrong, and his vigilant eyes looked around, except for the ordinary looking pedestrians on the side of the street, he didn't find anything abnormal, and his tense nerves relaxed slightly.
It seems that he is suspicious. This is how Jebal comforted himself. But the thought of being stared at by those sharp eyes that could almost see through a person just now made Jebal feel terrified. He swore to Allah that the look was the sharpest he had ever seen, even if it had been an instructor.
As a person who often walks in the dark, he has his own set of skills to recognize people, and the master who can have this kind of sharp eyes is either wise and close to the demon, or he is skilled.
Wiping a handful of fine sweat from his forehead, Jebal narrowed his wary gaze, and then, like an ordinary passerby, squeezed into the crowd.
Not long after Jebal left, a young man appeared in the corner of the wall where Jebal had just rested, squinting at the wall.