When night falls, the rain accumulates, and the lively Pinjin Street is also sparsely populated, and many businesses choose to close their doors, and even the lights become bleak.

Fortunately, Wang Da brought a flashlight, and the two of them would not have to look for someone on a rainy night when they couldn't see their fingers.

After going around and looking for two hours, Shen Lu's legs were so sore that his whole body seemed to be soaked in water, his nasal cavity was numb to the point of stench, and it didn't matter if he took off his mask.

"Boss, why don't you go back first

Chapter 167 of "Fake Daughters Make Fortunes in the Wasteland World" "Do you have a fever?" I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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