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... are very serious.

Under the gaze of the dark, deep eyes, the wood was slightly stunned, and then it was some incredible calm.

Then Noah opened his mouth.

"I can understand your mood and know that your consideration is not unreasonable, but you can't kill it with a stick." Noah stared at Muzhi, saying so.

"How many policemen in our guild, even the number of A-level police officers who can go abroad to perform tasks is nearly seven or eight hundred. This number of poli ...

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