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Cheng Zongyang walked absentmindedly down the sparsely populated street, still thinking about what the shop assistant had said.
’Trouble. Martial Artists.’
He couldn’t help but associate those two words with something terrible.
If you couldn’t prepare for the best, you had to plan for the worst!
It was better to assume the worst, even about something that seemed good, than to do nothing at all.
’Then again, maybe the problem is with the Celestial Frag ...
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