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I was unable to tell when Samil's men appeared on the spot. The attackers were also multiplying, and soon there were about forty to fifty people shooting each other on the streets. The shots were coming from every side, and the Chairman and Samil's men were at a disadvantage. They were standing in an open space. It was a perfect place to trap and kill people one by one, and so the enemy was doing. The Chairman's bodyguards and Samil's men were falling down, painting the street in terrifying red. I clenched my teeth still petrified, staring helplessly at the bloodbath in front of my eyes. Some of the Chairman's people finally managed to move the seriously bleeding Chairman to a safer spot across the street. Two men carried him while four others were making a shield around them. Watching the scene finally made me break free from overpowering fear.
“Move! You idiot! You need to move! You practiced making a bulletproof, magic shield before! It's time to use have to use it!&
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