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One of the managers of the Tasting Commerce Association, Ulat, walked out of the prison gate slowly.
His elegant tailcoat had long been replaced by a black and white prison uniform, yet he still maintained his own elegance. He held a wooden stick as a cane, standing tall with his back straight, striding out of the prison gate.
Compared to his calm demeanor in the face of danger, the bloodied and blurred figure behind him appeared extremely embarrassed. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙. ...
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