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... ers started walking faster along the markings created by Cai Hao Chen and Liu Kang. After a certain distance, they saw scuff marks indicating Crocodile had showed up to the party. Liu Kang and Cai Hao Chen had come across the creature and escaped in a different direction.


Perhaps Liu Gan had killed the Crocodile which had scared off the pair. They might have ran too far away and gotten lost. It was strange that Liu Gan didn't hear any cries for rescue. Did they come across othe ...

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Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

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