"Cut off this city's connection with these cities; continue even if you all have to dig out the grave of his ancestors.

But don't let him find out about this." David looked at the city's name. He touched them.

"Give me a hint; I'll find you at any cost." David prayed in his heart. He couldn't tell what he was thinking, but he was feeling different, a feeling that he had lost long ago as if something was going to happen.

This made him force this even harder. Finally, David walked back and jumped in the chopper, the long windbreaker on his shoulders flying with air, dominating his presence.

Today was the day he would fight against his fate when he was about to test his luck.

The chopper flew toward the west; he had 6 hours; he didn't want to waste a second; he pulled out his phone and looked at the picture of his children and his wife.

He sighed. He wanted to see whose power was more substantial, his children's fate, or the people who tried to destroy his family.

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