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With a swish, all seven men saluted simultaneously.

Budd looked over. His eyes wavered as if he couldn’t believe it. “Y–You guys?”

“Long time no see, Mr. Wilson.” The leader’s eyes turned red. “It’s us. Do you remember Ramiro at the back? You carried him for 12 miles so he could survive.” @@novelbin@@

The man named Ramiro Knox had a scar near his eye. He stepped forward and hugged Budd. “It’s me, Mr. Wilson. I always thought you were doing well. Over the years, you never contacted us. You…”

Ramiro’s voice trembled. If it weren’t for this case, everyone would have thought Budd didn’t want to contact them.