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... you worried word will get out and you’ll be out of business?" Cheng Zongyang’s expression was grim as he looked at the two unmasked young men across from him, one holding a saber and the other a sword.
But one of them, a young man in white holding a saber, stepped forward. He didn’t attack, but instead asked, "Where’s your family token?"
Cheng Zongyang paused and frowned. "I don’t have one. I’m on my own."
The white-robed youth suddenly smiled. "If you’re on your own, the ...
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