The port was pitch black, and the people who had just been shrouded in the black ball had not really adapted to the darkness and rhythm, and they also knew that the high-tech lighting equipment they had been able to use before had all been useless in an instant.

Fortunately, this is a rogue organization.

Neither so formal nor so legitimate, and their person is still a man named Liu Mang, who likes to stock up on outdated bargains.

It's these bargains of the old times, bulky and heavy and useless, inefficient and ugly, nothing but cheap, meritorious service.

"Ahem." A cough woke Huang Mao out of his thoughts.

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