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Fang Qingyu’s voice resounded once more, and the atmosphere inside the vehicle had improved significantly.
The car came to a steady halt under the brightly lit building of the Divine Management Bureau.
It was evening, and the leaden gray sky pressed heavily down, the rain though light, carried a bone-chilling cold.
The hall, usually orderly, now buzzed with noise; countless uniformed or casually dressed staff wore grave expressions, moving hurriedly, clutching docu ...
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