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【Thunderbolt·Anilu】

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[Reward amount: 1.888 billion Baileys]

[Reward level: deadoralive (regardless of life or death)]

"Yehahaha! Is this my new reward?"

Anilu couldn't hold back the smile on his face, and looked at his personal reward order with great satisfaction.

He still remembered his last bounty offer.

Compared with the old bounty of over 300 million, the bounty after this update has been ...

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