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... I feel like Chairman Wang isn’t a young man in his twenties, but rather an old monster who has cultivated for many years."

"Chairman Wang’s talent, as well as his understanding of Martial Arts, likely surpasses even that of those old monsters who have cultivated for many years when compared to him."

In the midst of everyone’s discussion, Wang Ye walked onto the stage and coughed lightly.

All the Martial Warriors at the training ground instantly fell silent, and everyone’ ...

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