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... e appeared ghost-like in front of everyone.
The pressure of the Monarch-level warrior instantly enveloped the entire square, even the air froze.
Seeing the person who arrived.
Ian Cheney’s pupils shrank abruptly, sweat beads appeared on his forehead.
This was the Chief of the Southern Military Region.
He might not show respect to Sean Sherman, but he definitely wouldn’t dare to act out in front of Abel Vance.
"Sir..." Ian Cheney hurriedly stepped f ...
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