System Panel C89
by MarineTLChapter 89: Gratitude Gunfire, screams, explosions, furious shouts… Duan Weilan realized this wasn’t a hallucination. It wasn’t just him—others in the room were also waking from their semi-conscious slumber. They all crawled to the wall, peering outside through the cracks in the wooden boards. With the situation unclear, no one dared to call for help. The wealthy businessman next to Duan Weilan patted him. Duan Weilan tapped his palm in response, signaling that he was indeed from his own…









