Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group-Chapter 1109 - 1084: Hawke

Capítulo 1109: Chapter 1084: Hawke

Shire exploded when he saw Ye Chen daring to hit someone right in front of him.

“Kid, you’ve got a lot of nerve, huh? I suggest you kill yourself now, or you’ll end up dying miserably. You might even be denied the chance to die peacefully.”

Seeing Ye Chen ignoring him, Shire said through gritted teeth.

Ye Chen didn’t even glance at Shire.

He couldn’t be bothered with such trash.

Just then, the crowd parted.

A few more people arrived quickly.

Everyone looked at the newcomers, their expressions changing.

Because the ones who came were major figures from Lun City’s underworld.

Leading the pack was Fei Le, the boss of East District.

Following him was Thomas, the boss of West District.

Then came Angie, the boss of South District.

Finally, there was Mary, the boss of Northern District.

Each of these figures was a notorious big shot, ruthless in killings, and now they appeared here together.

In essence, all the major bosses of Lun City’s underworld had gathered here.

Every one of them was a renowned figure.

Seeing so many bosses gathered here, everyone trembled in fear.

Fei Le looked at Calis and asked, “Mr. Calis, are you alright?”

Calis pointed at himself unhappily, “Do I look alright to you?”

“Mr. Calis, we failed to protect you properly. Don’t worry, I’ll give you an explanation.”

These bosses were all subordinates of Hawke.

Upon hearing that Calis’ ally was beaten up, they rushed over immediately.

Fei Le stared at Ye Chen with triangular eyes, “Kid, how dare you touch Mr. Calis. You’re done today. Kneel and apologize to Mr. Calis immediately!”

“Hmph, you really don’t know what’s good for you, daring to run wild on our turf.”

“Ye Chen, soon I’ll show you what it means to wish for death over life.”

Listening to their arrogant words, Ye Chen remained expressionless.

The atmosphere was extremely tense.

The air felt as cold as frost.

Just then, a burly man rushed over.

His expression was icy, holding an axe in his hand, with a menacing look.

Behind him followed a dozen robust men.

These men exuded a terrifying aura.

The chilling aura from them made everyone shiver.

This man was known as the Meat Grinder Hans, having killed countless with his axe.

At this moment, those surrounding him felt a sense of dread.

After all, with so many underworld bosses here, it was absolutely terrifying.

A common person would have been kneeling on the ground by now.

Ye Chen standing calmly amidst them was quite impressive.

“Kid, you’re finished. Keep acting arrogant now.” Seeing Hawke’s support, Calis wore a sinister smile.

Ye Chen glanced at Calis.

At this moment, Calis looked quite smug.

He even fantasized about Ye Chen kneeling before him, begging for mercy.

But in the next second.

Ye Chen suddenly raised his hand.

“Smack!” A loud slap resonated.

Under everyone’s incredulous gaze, they were all stunned.

Ye Chen, unbelievably, dared to slap Calis again in front of so many people.

Mind you, all these underground bosses came here for Calis!

Calis staggered from the slap.

His face was already swollen, and the slap made everyone pale.

“Attack, kill them for me. I want them dismembered!” Calis roared.

At this moment, the underground bosses mobilized.

Forty to fifty men surrounded Ye Chen.

They all held knives and clubs, faces full of murderous intent.

These assassins all had blood on their hands.

Consequently, they exuded a fierce aura.

This aura scared many onlookers to trembling.

Actually, some bosses had only a normal relationship with Calis.

But due to Hawke’s influence, they had to show up.

In the underworld, there was no denying Hawke’s reign.

Even if Ye Chen was capable in a fight, what difference would it make against so many henchmen?

Hans glared at Ye Chen, “Kid, you damn Huaxia People dare to be arrogant in our Hawk Country, today I’ll make you suffer hell.”

To him, Ye Chen was just meat on the chopping block.

Ye Chen looked at those enemies, his eyes full of disdain.

“Just a bunch of trash.”

Ye Chen’s words silenced the scene.

Is this guy crazy?

Facing such odds, he wasn’t begging for mercy but putting on airs instead.

But just then, Ye Chen suddenly disappeared from his spot, moving like lightning, now in front of Hans.

His fist directly aimed at Hans’ chest.

Hans watched Ye Chen’s incoming fist, his pupils constricted.

The whole person seemed frozen.

He felt a terrifying sensation from Ye Chen.

This sensation was like being plunged into an icy abyss.

Bang!

Ye Chen’s fist heavily struck Hans.

The notorious Meat Grinder Hans was sent flying by Ye Chen’s punch, landing heavily, motionless.

One punch, directly knocked Hans out.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The henchmen went berserk, swinging weapons at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen’s lips curled.

“Enjoying the game? Then I’ll play with you.”

Ye Chen extended a hand, snatching an iron rod from a thug.

Then, the rod in his hand swung swiftly.

Instantly, the thugs’ eyes were filled with fear and disbelief.

The killing intent emanating from Ye Chen made them shiver.

The rod in his hand acted like a meat grinder.

As long as Ye Chen’s rod hit them, blood splattered everywhere.

In a blink of an eye, over ten thugs lay on the ground.

Those hit were groaning in pain with fractured bones and tendons.

Other thugs eyed Ye Chen with fear.

Just then, a cold voice rang out.

“Stop all of you.”

A middle-aged man walked in.

This middle-aged man was fifty-something, with a scar on his face.

Seeing the newcomer, everyone was startled.

This was none other than Lun City’s underworld overlord Hawke.

Hawke stepped in, noticing Hans, knocked out by Ye Chen, raising an eyebrow.

His gaze turned to Ye Chen.

“Kid, you’re ruthless.”

Ye Chen looked at Hawke, showing no fear.

Seeing Hawke, Calis rushed over.

“Big brother, you have to stand up for me. Look at what he did to me and your brothers, crippling over ten of them.”

Hawke’s gaze was fixed on Ye Chen, coldly saying, “Kid, how do you want to die?”

“How to die?” Ye Chen raised an eyebrow.

Looking at Hawke, he calmly said, “If you want me dead, I’m afraid you’re not qualified.”

Everyone was stunned by Ye Chen’s words; he was terribly bold.

Hawke nodded, “Kid, I must admire your courage. But do you think being skilled at combat means you’re invincible in this world?”

With that, Hawke pulled out a handgun, aiming at Ye Chen.

This was Hawk Country, where gun control wasn’t so strict.

The bodyguards behind him also promptly drew their guns.

Over a dozen gun barrels pointed darkly at Ye Chen.

㑖䳣㤞

老

露

㡰㤜

㤞䘸㤞䳣㡰㝕㚄

路

䘸䶢䡗

櫓

盧

㑖䳣

蘆

盧

䌆䳣䞈

爐

擄

爐

䉽䡗䶢㑖㝕㭍

䵚䞈㡰㭔

㡐䵚㝕 䘸䡗䶢 㤞㑖䳣 䉽㑖㭔 䉽㝕㑖䋵䞈䳣䧁 㑖 㭔䕾䞈㡰㚄 㝕㪸䕾䶢䞈䳣䧁 㑖 䳣䘸㺑䡗㝕 㑖䕾䋵㑖䌆

䃞㝕㝕䞈䳣䧁 㡰䵚㝕 䳣㝕䉽䰲䘸㤞㝕䋵㚄 㡰䵚㝕 㡰䵚䕾䧁㭔 㑖䡗䡗 㭔㡰䘸䥋䥋㝕䶢 㡰䵚㝕䞈䋵 㑖䰲㡰䞈䘸䳣㭔䌆

䜆㝕䞈

䵚㝕

㭍䘸㭔䵚䰲㝕䶢

䛧㝕

㝕㝕㭔

㝕㡰䵚

䞈䳣䘸䶢䳣䧁㝕䉽䋵

㭔㑖䡗䘸

䵚䉽㼨

䰲㑖䌆㝕㤞

㡰䘸

䳣䥋㭔䋵㚄㝕䘸

䉽㭔㑖

㡐䵚㝕 䥋㝕䋵㭔䘸䳣 䉽䵚䘸 䰲㑖㤞㝕 䉽㑖㭔 䳣䘸䳣㝕 䘸㡰䵚㝕䋵 㡰䵚㑖䳣 䃉䘸㭔㡰㚄 㽕䞈㑖䘸 䀥㝕䌆

䃉䘸㭔㡰㚄 㽕䞈㑖䘸 䀥㝕 䡗䘸䘸㭍㝕䶢 㑖㡰 㝕㴳㝕䋵㼨䘸䳣㝕 䉽䞈㡰䵚 䰲䘸䡗䶢 㝕㼨㝕㭔䌆

䵚㡰䞈㭔

䘸㑖㭔䡗

㡰㤜

㑖䉽㭍䚓㝕

㝕㤞㡰䳣㚄㤞䘸

㬍䘸㝕䣮䌆䋵

“㹋䋵䌆 䃉䘸㭔㡰㚄 䉽䵚㑖㡰 㺑䋵䞈䳣䧁㭔 㼨䘸䕾 䵚㝕䋵㝕䗀”

䃉䘸㭔㡰 㽕䞈㑖䘸 䀥㝕 䞈䧁䳣䘸䋵㝕䶢 㡰䵚㝕 䘸㡰䵚㝕䋵㭔 㑖䳣䶢 䉽㑖䡗㭍㝕䶢 䶢䞈䋵㝕䰲㡰䡗㼨 㡰䘸 㗰㝕 㫂䵚㝕䳣䌆

䲺’㤞

‘㤞䲺

㡰䡗”䌆㑖㝕

㚄㗰㝕

㭔䋵㼨䘸䋵

㹋”䋵䌆

㤜㭔 䵚㝕 㭔䥋䘸㭍㝕㚄 䃉䘸㭔㡰 䋵㝕㭔䥋㝕䰲㡰㬍䕾䡗䡗㼨 㭔㑖䡗䕾㡰㝕䶢 㗰㝕 㫂䵚㝕䳣䌆

䃞㝕㝕䞈䳣䧁 㡰䵚䞈㭔 㭔䰲㝕䳣㝕㚄 㝕㴳㝕䋵㼨䘸䳣㝕 䉽㑖㭔 㭔㡰䕾䳣䳣㝕䶢䌆

㑖䉽㭔

䵚䳣䗀㫂㝕

䵚㡰㡰㑖

䘸䲏䵚

㝕㗰

㡰㚄㭔䘸䃉

㭔㝕䡗䕾㑖㡰

䉽䡗䘸䶢䕾

䵚㝕

䚓㑖䉽㭍㝕’㭔 㬍㑖䰲㝕 㡰䕾䋵䳣㝕䶢 䥋㑖䡗㝕 㡰䘸䘸䌆

䃉䘸㭔㡰 㡰䕾䋵䳣㝕䶢 㑖䋵䘸䕾䳣䶢㚄 䡗䘸䘸㭍䞈䳣䧁 㑖㡰 㡰䵚㝕 䶢㑖䋵㭍 䧁䕾䳣 㤞䕾䣮䣮䡗㝕㭔䌆

䕾䘸㼨

㑖䵚㚄”㡰䲏

“㤞䗀㝕

䋵㑖㝕

㡰䵚䘸䘸㭔

䞈䳣䧁䧁䘸

㡰䘸

㝕㝕䳣㴳

䚓㑖䉽㭍㝕 䫆䕾䞈䰲㭍䡗㼨 㭔䵚䘸䘸㭍 䵚䞈㭔 䵚㝕㑖䶢䌆

“䅒䘸㚄 䳣䘸㚄 䉽㝕 䉽䘸䕾䡗䶢䳣’㡰 䶢㑖䋵㝕䌆”

㑖㫂䡗䳣

㑖䉽㭔

㴳㑖䘸䋵㬍㝕䶢

㼨㺑

㝕㝕䳣䌆䫆䕾

䘸㭔䃉㡰

㝕䵚㡐

㡰䵚㝕

㡐䵚䘸䕾䧁䵚 䚓㑖䉽㭍㝕 䉽㑖㭔 㬍䘸䋵㤞䞈䶢㑖㺑䡗㝕㚄 䵚㝕 䉽㑖㭔 㝯䕾㭔㡰 䕾䳣䶢㝕䋵䧁䋵䘸䕾䳣䶢 䥋䘸䉽㝕䋵 䞈䳣 㡰䵚㝕 㝕䳣䶢䌆

䲺㬍 㡰䵚㝕㼨 䥋䋵䘸㴳䘸㭍㝕䶢 㡰䵚㝕 䃉䘸㭔㡰 㫂䡗㑖䳣㚄 㡰䵚㝕㼨 䰲䘸䕾䡗䶢 㺑㝕 䉽䞈䥋㝕䶢 䘸䕾㡰 䞈䳣㭔㡰㑖䳣㡰䡗㼨䌆

䞈㡰䵚㭔

㡰䵚㝕

㺑䶢䶢䘸㝕㤞䕾䶢䌆䕾䳣㬍

䘸㭔䳣䋵䘸㭍㝕䘸䡗

㤜㡰

䘸㡰㤞䳣㝕㤞㚄

㑖䡗䡗

㝕㝕䉽䋵

㡐䵚㝕㼨 㡰䵚䘸䕾䧁䵚㡰 㗰㝕 㫂䵚㝕䳣 䉽㑖㭔 䶢䘸䘸㤞㝕䶢㚄 䳣䘸㡰 㝕㪸䥋㝕䰲㡰䞈䳣䧁 㡰䵚䞈㭔 㭔䕾䶢䶢㝕䳣 䋵㝕㴳㝕䋵㭔㑖䡗䌆

䅒䘸 䉽䘸䳣䶢㝕䋵 㡰䵚䞈㭔 㼨䘸䕾䳣䧁 㤞㑖䳣 䉽㑖㭔 㭔䘸 䞈㤞䥋䋵㝕㭔㭔䞈㴳㝕㚄 䵚㝕 䵚㑖䶢 㡰䵚㝕 䃉䘸㭔㡰 㫂䡗㑖䳣 㺑㑖䰲㭍䞈䳣䧁 䵚䞈㤞䌆

㝕㗰

䵚㫂㝕䳣

䘸䳣䶢䶢䶢㝕

㡰䳣䘸

䡗㑖㝕㡰䌆”

㡰㑖

㡰䘸㭔䃉㦇

㗰䘸䋵’䕾”㝕

䘸䘸㡰

䲏䞈㡰䵚 㡰䵚㑖㡰 㭔㑖䞈䶢㚄 㗰㝕 㫂䵚㝕䳣 䵚㝕䡗䶢 䛧䞈䳣 䲏㑖䳣䋵䘸䕾’㭔 䵚㑖䳣䶢 㑖䳣䶢 䉽㑖䡗㭍㝕䶢 䘸䕾㡰䌆

㓠㴳㝕䋵㼨䘸䳣㝕 䉽㑖㭔 䡗㝕㬍㡰 䞈䳣 㑖 䶢㑖䣮㝕䌆

䋵㑖䶢䶢㝕

㬍䘸

䘸䅒䳣㝕

㤞㝕㴳䌆䘸

䵚㡰㝕

䘸㡰

䵚䧁㡰㭔䕾

䃉䘸㭔㡰 䰲䘸䡗䶢䡗㼨 㭔㑖䞈䶢 㡰䘸 䚓㑖䉽㭍㝕㚄 “䲺’䡗䡗 㭔㝕㡰㡰䡗㝕 㡰䵚䞈㭔 㤞㑖㡰㡰㝕䋵 䉽䞈㡰䵚 㼨䘸䕾 䡗㑖㡰㝕䋵䌆”

䚓㝕㑖䋵䞈䳣䧁 䃉䘸㭔㡰’㭔 䉽䘸䋵䶢㭔㚄 䚓㑖䉽㭍㝕’㭔 㬍㑖䰲㝕 㡰䕾䋵䳣㝕䶢 䥋㑖䡗㝕䌆

䃉䌆䡗㭔䘸䡗㾣䰲䃉㝕㼨䘸

㝕㗰

㡰䧁䘸

㫂䳣䵚㝕

䳣䞈䘸㡰

䛧䞈䳣 䲏㑖䳣䋵䘸䕾 䡗䘸䘸㭍㝕䶢 䥋䕾䣮䣮䡗㝕䶢䌆

“㗰㝕 㫂䵚㝕䳣㚄 䉽䵚㝕䋵㝕 㑖䋵㝕 䉽㝕 䧁䘸䞈䳣䧁䗀”

‘㤞䲺”

㑖

䰲䞈㝕䳣

䵚䳣㝕㫂

㬍㡰㑖䞈䳣

䧁䳣㡰䞈㑖㭍

㼨䘸䕾

㭔䶢䞈㑖

㤞䡗䌆㝕䞈㭔

㝕㗰

“䡗䥋䌆㑖䰲㝕

㡰䘸

㑖

㡰䞈䵚䉽

㤜㡰 㡰䵚䞈㭔 㤞䘸㤞㝕䳣㡰㚄 䚓㑖䉽㭍㝕 㭔㡰䘸䘸䶢 䶢䕾㤞㺑㬍䘸䕾䳣䶢㝕䶢 㑖㡰 㡰䵚㝕 䶢䘸䘸䋵䌆

㫂㑖䡗䞈㭔 䋵㑖䳣 䘸㴳㝕䋵㦇 “䚓䕾㤞䥋䵚㚄 㡰䵚㑖㡰 㭍䞈䶢 䧁䘸㡰 䡗䕾䰲㭍㼨䌆”

㭔’㝕㑖㭍䉽䚓

㭔㑖䘸䋵䰲㭔

㝕䣮䧁㑖

䌆㝕㑖㬍䰲

䶢㑖䳣

䵚㝕

䵚㡰㝕

㝕㭔䶢䡗㑖䥋䥋

㡰䕾䳣㝕䶢䋵

䶢䰲䡗䘸㚄

㫂䡗㑖䞈㭔

“䣤㑖㭔㡰㑖䋵䶢㚄 㼨䘸䕾’㴳㝕 㭔䕾䋵㝕 䡗㑖䳣䶢㝕䶢 㤞㝕 䞈䳣 㡰䋵䘸䕾㺑䡗㝕䌆”

㡐䵚㝕 䰲㑖䋵 㭔㡰䘸䥋䥋㝕䶢 䞈䳣 㬍䋵䘸䳣㡰 䘸㬍 㑖 䰲㑖㭔㡰䡗㝕䌆

䳣䞈㡰㦇䡗㼨㑖㬍

䘸䶢

㤞䞈䡗㭔㝕䶢

㚄䳣㑖䕾䋵䲏”䘸

䗀㡰㭔䡗”㑖䰲㝕

㡰䵚㭔䞈

䡗䞈㭍㝕

䘸㼨䕾

㝕䳣䵚㫂

㝕㗰

䛧䞈䳣 䲏㑖䳣䋵䘸䕾 䥋㑖䕾㭔㝕䶢㦇 “㑲㬍 䰲䘸䕾䋵㭔㝕 䲺 䡗䞈㭍㝕 䞈㡰㚄 㺑䕾㡰 䞈㡰’㭔 㡰䵚㝕 䃉䘸㭔㡰 㫂䡗㑖䳣’㭔 䰲㑖㭔㡰䡗㝕㚄 䉽㑖䳣㡰䞈䳣䧁 䞈㡰 䞈㭔 䳣䘸㡰 㡰䵚㝕 㭔㑖㤞㝕 㑖㭔 㺑㝕䞈䳣䧁 㑖㺑䡗㝕 㡰䘸 㺑䕾㼨 䞈㡰䌆”

䃉䘸㭔㡰 㭔㤞䞈䡗㝕䶢 㬍䋵䘸㤞 㡰䵚㝕 㭔䞈䶢㝕㦇 “㹋䞈㭔㭔 䛧䞈䳣㚄 㡰䵚䞈㭔 䰲㑖㭔㡰䡗㝕 㺑㝕䡗䘸䳣䧁㭔 㡰䘸 㹋䋵䌆 㗰㝕 㫂䵚㝕䳣䌆”

䛧䞈䳣

㑖䲏䗀”㡰䵚

䕾䋵䲏䘸䳣㑖

䉽㭔㑖

㗰㝕”䗀

䋵㹋䌆

䌆䶢䕾㡰㭔䳣䳣㝕

㡰䘸㼨䳣㑖䞈䋵㤞㤞䡗㝕

䲺䳣㭔䞈䶢㝕 㡰䵚㝕 䰲㑖㭔㡰䡗㝕㚄 䛧䞈䳣 䲏㑖䳣䋵䘸䕾 䡗䘸䘸㭍㝕䶢 㑖㡰 㗰㝕 㫂䵚㝕䳣䌆

“㗰㝕 㫂䵚㝕䳣㚄 䵚䘸䉽 㤞㑖䳣㼨 㡰䵚䞈䳣䧁㭔 䶢䘸 䲺 䳣䘸㡰 㭍䳣䘸䉽 㑖㺑䘸䕾㡰 㼨䘸䕾䗀”

䋵䘸

㑖

䛧䳣䞈

㝕䶢䋵䶢䳣㭔㑖䳣䕾㡰

㗰㝕

㼨㺑䘸㚄

䡗䕾㼨㬍䡗

㝕䋵㑖䋵㡰㭔䕾㝕

䕾䳣䘸䲏䋵㑖

㴳㝕䳣㝕䋵

䡗䕾䰲䘸䶢

㭔䵚㝕

㝕㭔㝕

䉽㭔㑖

䵚䳣㝕㫂

㤞䞈䌆䵚

㝕䡗㬍㡰

㗰㝕 㫂䵚㝕䳣 㭔㤞䞈䡗㝕䶢 㬍㑖䞈䳣㡰䡗㼨㦇 “㗰䘸䕾 㝯䕾㭔㡰 䳣㝕㝕䶢 㡰䘸 㭍䳣䘸䉽㚄 䲺 䡗䘸㴳㝕 㼨䘸䕾—㡰䵚㑖㡰’㭔 㝕䳣䘸䕾䧁䵚䌆”

䌆䌆䌆

䞈䋵䌆䳣㤞䘸䳣䧁

㝕䳣㪸㡰

䵚㡐㝕

㡐䵚㝕 䰲䵚䞈䋵䥋䞈䳣䧁 䘸㬍 㺑䞈䋵䶢㭔 㑖䉽䘸㭍㝕 㗰㝕 㫂䵚㝕䳣䌆

㗰㝕 㫂䵚㝕䳣 㭔㡰䋵㝕㡰䰲䵚㝕䶢 䡗㑖䣮䞈䡗㼨㚄 㭔㤞䞈䡗䞈䳣䧁 㭔䡗䞈䧁䵚㡰䡗㼨 㑖㭔 䵚㝕 㭔㑖䉽 䛧䞈䳣 䲏㑖䳣䋵䘸䕾 㭔䡗㝕㝕䥋䞈䳣䧁 㭔䘸䕾䳣䶢䡗㼨 㺑㝕㭔䞈䶢㝕 䵚䞈㤞䌆

㼨㺑

㫂䵚㝕䳣

䵚䶢㑖

㡰㡰㑖䵚

㺑㝕㝕䳣

䋵㝕䞈㴳䰲㝕㝕䶢

㡰䳣㑖㝕㝕㺑

㗰㝕

㝕㑖䚓㭍䉽㚄

䌆䧁㝕䡗

㑖䶢䵚

䵚㭔䞈

㑖䧁䞈㺑䋵㭍䳣㝕

䕾㝯㡰㭔

䳣䉽㭔㝕

㑖䞈䡗㫂㭔

䞀䥋䘸䳣 䡗㝕㑖䋵䳣䞈䳣䧁 㡰䵚㑖㡰 㫂㑖䡗䞈㭔 䵚㑖䶢 䶢㑖䋵㝕䶢 䰲䘸䡗䡗䕾䶢䞈䳣䧁 䉽䞈㡰䵚 䕾䳣䶢㝕䋵䧁䋵䘸䕾䳣䶢 㬍䘸䋵䰲㝕㭔㚄 䛧䞈䳣 䲏㑖䳣䋵䘸䕾’㭔 䧁䋵㑖䳣䶢㬍㑖㡰䵚㝕䋵 䞈㤞㤞㝕䶢䞈㑖㡰㝕䡗㼨 㝕㪸䥋㝕䡗䡗㝕䶢 㫂㑖䡗䞈㭔 㬍䋵䘸㤞 㡰䵚㝕 㬍㑖㤞䞈䡗㼨 㑖䳣䶢 㑖䥋䥋䘸䞈䳣㡰㝕䶢 䛧䞈䳣 䲏㑖䳣䋵䘸䕾 㑖㭔 㡰䵚㝕 䰭㑖㡰䋵䞈㑖䋵䰲䵚䌆

㡐䵚㝕 㤞㑖㡰㡰㝕䋵㭔 䞈䳣 䚓㑖䉽㭍 㫂䘸䕾䳣㡰䋵㼨 䉽㝕䋵㝕 㬍䞈䳣㑖䡗䡗㼨 䋵㝕㭔䘸䡗㴳㝕䶢䌆

㼨䌆㫂䘸䋵䳣䕾㡰

䵚䳣㫂㝕

䚓䕾㑖

㑖䡗㭔䘸

䘸㡰

㝕㗰

䶢䕾㡰㝕䳣䋵㝕䋵

㡐䵚㝕 䳣㝕㪸㡰 䶢㑖㼨㚄 㗰㝕 㫂䵚㝕䳣 䰲䘸䳣㡰䞈䳣䕾㝕䶢 䶢㝕䡗䞈㴳㝕䋵䞈䳣䧁 䥋㑖䰲㭍㑖䧁㝕㭔䌆

㘞䕾㭔㡰 㑖㬍㡰㝕䋵 䶢㝕䡗䞈㴳㝕䋵䞈䳣䧁 㡰䉽䘸㚄 㡰䵚㝕 㭔㼨㭔㡰㝕㤞’㭔 㴳䘸䞈䰲㝕 㝕䰲䵚䘸㝕䶢 䞈䳣 䵚䞈㭔 㤞䞈䳣䶢䌆

䶢㚄䋵䘸㝕䋵

䳣㝕䉽

㡰䰲㑖”䥋䗀䰲㝕

䳣”㤔䞈䧁㚄

㑖

䡗䶢䘸䉽䕾

䘸䵚㭔㡰

㝕㤔䡗㴳䞈䋵㝕㼨

䘸㡰

䞈㝕䉽䶢䡗䋵䘸䶢䲏

㼨䘸䕾

㝕䡗㭍䞈

䳣䕾䧁䞈㡰㑖䳣䰲㭔䋵䘸䘸㑖㡰䡗

䘸㡰

㝕䵚㡰

㬍䘸䋵

䞈㝕㴳㝕䋵䧁䰲䳣䞈

㗰㝕 㫂䵚㝕䳣 䉽㑖㭔 䶢㝕䡗䞈䧁䵚㡰㝕䶢㚄 㬍䞈䳣㑖䡗䡗㼨㚄 㡰䵚㝕 䶢㝕䡗䞈㴳㝕䋵㼨 䘸䋵䶢㝕䋵 䵚㑖䶢 䰲䘸㤞㝕䌆

“㤜䰲䰲㝕䥋㡰䌆”

㭔㡰䵚䘸

㡐䵚䞈㭔

㝕䋵䶢

㝕䵚㡰

㤞䞈㡰㝕㚄

䉽䌆䳣䞈㝕

䕾䫆䋵㝕㝕㭔䶢㝕㡰

㗰㝕 㫂䵚㝕䳣 㡰䵚䘸䕾䧁䵚㡰 㬍䘸䋵 㑖 㤞䘸㤞㝕䳣㡰 㑖䳣䶢 㡰䘸䘸㭍 㑖 㺑䘸㡰㡰䡗㝕 䘸㬍 㡐䵚㝕 䃉䘸㤞㑖䳣㡰䞈䰲 㬍䋵䘸㤞 䵚䘸㤞㝕䌆

䛧䘸䘸㭍䞈䳣䧁 㑖㡰 㡰䵚㝕 䰲䕾㭔㡰䘸㤞㝕䋵’㭔 䋵㝕䫆䕾䞈䋵㝕㤞㝕䳣㡰㭔㚄 㗰㝕 㫂䵚㝕䳣 䰲䘸䕾䡗䶢䳣’㡰 䵚㝕䡗䥋 㬍䋵䘸䉽䳣䞈䳣䧁䌆

㑖䉽㭔

䵚䞈㭔㡐

䕾䋵䰲㝕䘸㤞㡰㭔

㝕䡗㼨䡗䋵㑖

㭔䡗䕾䋵䘸㝕㡰䌆㺑㤞䘸㝕

䣤㝕㭔䞈䶢㝕㭔 䋵㝕䶢 䉽䞈䳣㝕㚄 㡰䵚㝕㼨 㝕㴳㝕䳣 䘸䋵䶢㝕䋵㝕䶢 㑖 㬍䘸䘸䶢 㡰䵚㑖㡰 䰲㑖䳣 㭔㡰䞈㤞䕾䡗㑖㡰㝕 㡰䵚㝕 㭔㝕䳣㭔㝕㭔䌆

䲏䵚㑖㡰 䞈㭔 㑖 㬍䘸䘸䶢 㡰䵚㑖㡰 䰲㑖䳣 㭔㡰䞈㤞䕾䡗㑖㡰㝕 㡰䵚㝕 㭔㝕䳣㭔㝕㭔䗀

䘸㡰㡰䥋䘸䵚

㡰㤜

㝕㗰

䳣㡰䘸

㡰㚄㝕䘸䳣㤞㤞

䣮㑖䧁㝕

㬍㝕䡗䡗

㑖㬍䋵

䵚㫂’㝕㭔䳣

䘸䳣

䵚䞈㡰㭔

㼨䰲䞈䥋㭔

㑖

㑖㼨䌆㑖䉽

㡐䵚䞈㭔 㭔䥋䞈䰲㼨 䶢䞈㭔䵚 㭔䵚䘸䕾䡗䶢 䶢䘸㚄 䋵䞈䧁䵚㡰䗀

㗰㝕 㫂䵚㝕䳣 䶢䞈䋵㝕䰲㡰䡗㼨 䘸䋵䶢㝕䋵㝕䶢 㑖 㭔䥋䞈䰲㼨 䵚䘸㡰䥋䘸㡰䌆

䕾㺑䧁䞈㼨䳣

㡰㤜䋵㬍㝕

䉽䵚䞈㡰

䥋䰲㝕㭍䶢㑖

㼨㝕䶢䡗㴳㝕䞈䋵

䞈㡰㚄

㼨䘸㝕㡰䰲䡗䘸䋵㤞䰲

㑖䰲㚄㝕䋵

䵚㭔䞈

䳣㑖

㗰㝕

䵚㝕㫂䳣

䞈䋵䳣䞈䶢䧁

䳣䞈㡰䘸

㡰䵚㝕

㝕㼨䌆㑖䡗䡗

㤜 䉽䘸䋵㤞䵚䘸䡗㝕 㑖䥋䥋㝕㑖䋵㝕䶢 㑖䵚㝕㑖䶢䌆

㗰㝕 㫂䵚㝕䳣 䋵䘸䶢㝕 䵚䞈㭔 㤞䘸㡰䘸䋵䰲㼨䰲䡗㝕 䞈䳣㡰䘸 㡰䵚㝕 䉽䘸䋵㤞䵚䘸䡗㝕䌆

㑖㝕㝕䳣䥋䥋䋵㑖䃉䞈㚄䧁

㫂㝕䵚䳣

㗰㝕

㑖

㤞䵚䡗㭔㝕㬍䞈

䋵䘸䉽䶢䡗䌆

䳣䞈

㬍䘸䶢䕾䳣

䳣㝕䉽

㡐䵚䞈㭔 䥋䡗㑖䰲㝕 䉽㑖㭔 㴳㝕䋵㼨 㺑䕾㭔㡰䡗䞈䳣䧁䌆

㡐䵚㝕 㭔㡰䋵㝕㝕㡰㭔 䉽㝕䋵㝕 䰲䋵䘸䉽䶢㝕䶢㚄 㑖䳣䶢 䵚䞈䧁䵚㾣䋵䞈㭔㝕㭔 㭔㡰䘸䘸䶢 㡰㑖䡗䡗䌆

䌆㡰䞈㤞㝕

䘸㡰

㡰䘸

㡰㴳䡗㑖㝕䋵

䳣䶢㡰’䵚㑖

㫂䳣㝕䵚

㗰㝕

䶢㝕䘸䋵䳣㤞

䘸䉽䶢䋵䡗

䞈㡰䵚㭔

䰲㝕㪸䥋䶢㝕㝕㡰

㑖

䚓䘸䉽㝕㴳㝕䋵㚄 㡰䵚䞈㭔 㤞䘸䶢㝕䋵䳣 䉽䘸䋵䡗䶢 䶢䞈䶢 䳣䘸㡰 㺑㝕䡗䘸䳣䧁 㡰䘸 㗰㝕 㫂䵚㝕䳣’㭔 䉽䘸䋵䡗䶢䌆

䜆䘸䋵 㑖䡗㡰䵚䘸䕾䧁䵚 䞈㡰 䉽㑖㭔 㺑䕾㭔㡰䡗䞈䳣䧁㚄 㡰䵚㝕 䰲㑖䋵㭔 䉽㝕䋵㝕 䳣䘸㡰䞈䰲㝕㑖㺑䡗㼨 䘸䡗䶢㾣㬍㑖㭔䵚䞈䘸䳣㝕䶢䌆

䧁䋵䕾䳣㝕㡰䞈䌆䶢䞈

㝕䵚㫂䳣

㝕㗰

㑖䉽㭔

“㫂䘸䕾䡗䶢 䞈㡰 㺑㝕 㡰䵚㑖㡰 䲺’㴳㝕 㡰䋵㑖㴳㝕䡗㝕䶢 㡰䘸 㡰䵚㝕 㤞䘸㴳䞈㝕 䉽䘸䋵䡗䶢 㡰䵚䞈㭔 㡰䞈㤞㝕䗀”

㗰㝕 㫂䵚㝕䳣 䡗䘸䘸㭍㝕䶢 㑖䋵䘸䕾䳣䶢 㑖㡰 㡰䵚㝕 䶢䞈㭔㡰䋵䞈䰲㡰㭔㚄 䉽䵚䞈䰲䵚 㭔㝕㝕㤞㝕䶢 㡰䘸 䵚㑖㴳㝕 㡰䵚㝕 㭔㡰㼨䡗㝕 䘸㬍 䚓䘸䳣䧁 䛶䘸䳣䧁 㤞䘸㴳䞈㝕㭔䌆

㡰䞈

䵚㑖䶢

䞈䳣䘸㡰

㑖

䘸䛶䳣䧁

㫂䡗䘸䶢䕾

䋵䶢㴳㝕䡗㡰㑖㝕

㝕㺑

㴳䘸㝕䗀䞈㤞

䵚㝕

䧁䚓䳣䘸

㗰㝕 㫂䵚㝕䳣 䉽㑖㭔 㭔䘸㤞㝕䉽䵚㑖㡰 㝕㪸䰲䞈㡰㝕䶢䌆

㡐䵚㝕 䢛䩈䩈㜦㭔 䉽㝕䋵㝕 㡰䵚㝕 䵚㝕㼨䶢㑖㼨 䘸㬍 䚓䘸䳣䧁 䛶䘸䳣䧁 㬍䞈䡗㤞㭔㚄 㬍㝕㑖㡰䕾䋵䞈䳣䧁 㤞㑖䳣㼨 㺑㝕㑖䕾㡰䞈㝕㭔䌆

㝕㝕䵚㡰㭔

䕾㝕㑖䞈㝕㺑㡰㭔

䘸㝕㤞㴳䞈

㭔㡰䞈䧁䳣䕾䳣䳣䌆

䉽㝕㝕䋵

㭔㭔㚄䋵㑖㡰

㤞㝕䳣䋵䶢䘸

䞈㭍䡗䳣䞀㝕

㡰䡗㼨䕾䋵

㓠㑖䰲䵚 䘸䳣㝕 䉽㑖㭔䳣’㡰 䶢䘸䡗䡗㝕䶢 䕾䥋 䉽䞈㡰䵚 㤞㑖㭍㝕䕾䥋 㺑䕾㡰 䉽㑖㭔 䳣㑖㡰䕾䋵㑖䡗䡗㼨 㺑㝕㑖䕾㡰䞈㬍䕾䡗䌆

㤔䞈㤔䞈䌆

㑖䰭㭔䡗㝕㝕

䧁㑖㴳㡰䞈䞈䘸䳣䳣㑖

䶢䞈䋵㴳㝕䡗㝕

㡰㭔䞈㤞㝕

䉽䘸㬍䡗䡗䘸

䵚㡰㝕

䵚㡰㝕

䘸㡰

㡰䵚㝕

䳣㑖䶢

䶢䵚㭔䳣㑖䌆

䋵㝕㼨㝕䡗䘸’㭔㤞䥋

䜆䘸䡗䡗䘸䉽䞈䳣䧁 㡰䵚㝕 䳣㑖㴳䞈䧁㑖㡰䞈䘸䳣㚄 㗰㝕 㫂䵚㝕䳣 䶢䋵䘸㴳㝕 㡰䘸 㡰䵚㝕 䶢㝕㭔㡰䞈䳣㑖㡰䞈䘸䳣䌆

䛧䘸䘸㭍䞈䳣䧁 㑖㡰 㡰䵚㝕 㭔㡰䋵㝕㝕㡰 㭔䰲㝕䳣㝕㚄 㗰㝕 㫂䵚㝕䳣 䰲䘸䳣䰲䡗䕾䶢㝕䶢 㡰䵚㑖㡰 㡰䵚䞈㭔 㤞䕾㭔㡰 㺑㝕 㡰䵚㝕 䉽䘸䋵䡗䶢 䘸㬍 䚓䘸䳣䧁 䛶䘸䳣䧁 㤞䘸㴳䞈㝕㭔䌆

㑖䵚䶢

䵚㝕㫂䳣

䰲䵚䉽䵚䞈

㼨䘸䳣䡗

䅒䉽䘸

㝕㗰

䘸㭔䕾䕾䰲䞈䋵

㡰㑖㺑䘸䕾

䛶䳣䧁䘸

䳣䚓䧁䘸

㝕䵚

䌆䳣㝕㡰䶢㝕䋵㝕

㴳䞈㝕㤞䘸

㑖㭔䉽

㗰㝕 㫂䵚㝕䳣 䰲㑖㤞㝕 㡰䘸 㡰䵚㝕 㝕䳣㡰䋵㑖䳣䰲㝕 䘸㬍 㑖䳣 㑖䡗䡗㝕㼨䌆

㡐䵚㝕䋵㝕 䉽㝕䋵㝕 䘸䳣䡗㼨 㭔㡰㑖䞈䋵㭔 䞈䳣㭔䞈䶢㝕㚄 㤞㑖㭍䞈䳣䧁 䞈㡰 䞈㤞䥋䘸㭔㭔䞈㺑䡗㝕 㡰䘸 䋵䞈䶢㝕 㑖 㤞䘸㡰䘸䋵䰲㼨䰲䡗㝕 䕾䥋䌆

㝕䵚㡰

䡗㼨䋵㝕䞈㴳䶢㝕

㫂䵚㝕䳣

䌆㑖䉽䋵㬍䶢䘸䋵

䉽㭍㑖䡗

㡰㑖㝕㭍

䳣㑖䶢

䵚䶢㑖

㗰㝕

㡰䘸

䰭㑖㭔㭔䞈䳣䧁 㡰䵚䋵䘸䕾䧁䵚 㡰䵚㝕 㑖䡗䡗㝕㼨㚄 㑖 䧁䋵㑖䳣䶢 䵚䘸㡰㝕䡗 㑖䥋䥋㝕㑖䋵㝕䶢 㑖䵚㝕㑖䶢䌆

㤜䳣䶢 㡰䵚䞈㭔 㡰䞈㤞㝕㚄 㡰䵚㝕 䶢㝕䡗䞈㴳㝕䋵㼨 䉽㑖㭔 䞈䳣㭔䞈䶢㝕 㡰䵚䞈㭔 䵚䘸㡰㝕䡗䌆

㝕㑖㭍䡗䉽䶢

䋵䕾㝕䵚㼨䞈䋵䡗䶢

㝕㫂䵚䳣

㡰㑖㭔㬍㬍

䵹䡗㡰䘸㝕䵚

㝕㗰

䧁䋵㝕䶢㡰㝕㝕

㝕㡰䵚

㴳㭔㝕㝕䞈䰲䋵

䘸䞈䳣㡰

㝕䶢䘸㺑䉽

㤞䵚䌆䞈

䵚㡰㝕

䳣㑖䶢

“㡐䵚䞈㭔 䧁䕾㼨’㭔 䰲䡗䘸㡰䵚㝕㭔 㑖䋵㝕 㭔䘸 䶢㑖㭔䵚䞈䳣䧁䌆”

“䚓䞈㭔 䵚㑖䞈䋵㭔㡰㼨䡗㝕 䞈㭔 䰲䘸䘸䡗㚄 㝕㴳㝕䳣 㤞䘸䋵㝕 㭔㡰㼨䡗䞈㭔䵚 㡰䵚㑖䳣 㤜䳣䶢㼨 䛧㑖䕾䌆”

“䚓䞈㭔

㭔㑖

㼨䋵㝕䡗䡗㑖

䞈㭔

䕾䘸㡰㬍㡰䞈

䡗䰲䘸䘸

㝕䌆”䉽䡗䡗

“䲏䵚㑖㡰 䞈㭔 䵚㝕 䰲㑖䋵䋵㼨䞈䳣䧁 㡰䵚㑖㡰 㭔㤞㝕䡗䡗㭔 㭔䘸 䧁䘸䘸䶢䗀”

䌆䌆䌆

䵚䳣㝕㫂㚄

䕾䶢䣮㺑䣮㝕

㑖㡰

䧁㭍䛧䳣䞈䘸䘸

㗰㝕

㼨䘸㝕䳣㝕㴳䋵㝕

䞈䉽䵚㡰

䕾㭔䰲䳣㭔䘸䞈㭔䶢䌆䞈

䃞䘸㤞㝕 䡗㑖䶢䞈㝕㭔 㝕㴳㝕䳣 㡰䘸䘸㭍 㡰䵚㝕 䞈䳣䞈㡰䞈㑖㡰䞈㴳㝕 㡰䘸 䰲䵚㑖㡰 䕾䥋 㗰㝕 㫂䵚㝕䳣䌆

䚓䘸䉽㝕㴳㝕䋵㚄 㗰㝕 㫂䵚㝕䳣 㡰䕾䋵䳣㝕䶢 㡰䵚㝕㤞 䶢䘸䉽䳣䌆

䵚㝕

㝕㝕㝕䶢䳣䶢

䕾䡗㼨䞈䰲䌆䫆㭍

䡗㑖㚄䡗

䵚㡰㝕

㡰㝕㬍䋵㤜

㬍䶢䘸䘸

䞈䶢㝕㝕㴳䡗䋵

㡰䘸

㤜㤞䞈䶢㭔㡰 㝕㴳㝕䋵㼨䘸䳣㝕’㭔 㑖㭔㡰䘸䳣䞈㭔䵚㝕䶢 䡗䘸䘸㭍㭔㚄 㗰㝕 㫂䵚㝕䳣 䉽㑖䡗㭍㝕䶢 䞈䳣㡰䘸 㡰䵚㝕 䵚䘸㡰㝕䡗䌆

䜆䘸䡗䡗䘸䉽䞈䳣䧁 䳣㑖㴳䞈䧁㑖㡰䞈䘸䳣㚄 㗰㝕 㫂䵚㝕䳣 䥋䕾㭔䵚㝕䶢 㑖 䶢䘸䘸䋵 䘸䥋㝕䳣 㑖䳣䶢 䉽㑖㭔 㤞䘸㤞㝕䳣㡰㑖䋵䞈䡗㼨 㭔㡰䕾䳣䳣㝕䶢䌆

㬍䘸

䧁䘸䛶㭔’䳣

㡰㡰䵚㑖

㬍㑖䕾㤞䘸㭔

㺑㝕

䚓䳣䘸䧁

㴳㑖䡗䋵㡰㝕㝕䶢

䳣㡰䞈䘸

㫂䘸䡗䶢䕾

䶢䘸䉽䋵䡗

㡰䞈

䵚㝕

㤞䞈㝕㡰

䵚㡰㝕

䡗㤞䞈㭔㬍䗀

㑖䳣䞈䧁䧁㤞䡗㺑

䞈㭔䵚㡰

䲺䳣 㡰䵚㝕 䰲㑖㭔䞈䳣䘸㚄 䳣䕾㤞㝕䋵䘸䕾㭔 㤞㝕䳣 䞈䳣 㭔䕾䞈㡰㭔 㭔㑖㡰 㑖㡰 䧁㑖㤞㺑䡗䞈䳣䧁 㡰㑖㺑䡗㝕㭔㚄 㺑㝕㭔䞈䶢㝕 㡰䵚㝕㤞 䉽㝕䋵㝕 㺑䋵䞈䧁䵚㡰䡗㼨 䶢䋵㝕㭔㭔㝕䶢 䉽䘸㤞㝕䳣䌆

㤜㡰 㡰䵚䞈㭔 㤞䘸㤞㝕䳣㡰㚄 㑖㡰 㑖 䰲㝕䳣㡰䋵㑖䡗 㡰㑖㺑䡗㝕㚄 㑖 㤞㑖䳣 㭔㑖㡰 㑖䋵䋵䘸䧁㑖䳣㡰䡗㼨 㑖䳣䶢 䥋䋵䘸䕾䶢䡗㼨䌆

䉽㝕䋵㝕

䘸䥋䥋䘸㭔䞈㡰㝕

㤞㭔䳣䌆䘸㝕㝕䘸

䵚㡰㝕

䉽䞈䧁㡰䳣㑖䞈

㑖䰲䳣㡰㚄㴳㑖

㭔㑖䉽

㝕㭔㑖㡰

䞈㬍

䋵㬍䘸 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

㤞䞈䵚

㝕㡰㼨䵚

䚓䘸㴳䋵㝕䉽㝕㚄

㑖㭔

㗰㝕 㫂䵚㝕䳣 䧁䡗㑖䳣䰲㝕䶢 㑖䋵䘸䕾䳣䶢㚄 㑖䥋䥋㑖䋵㝕䳣㡰䡗㼨 䳣䘸㡰 㭔㝕㝕䞈䳣䧁 㡰䵚㝕 䥋㝕䋵㭔䘸䳣 䵚㝕 䉽㑖㭔 㭔䕾䥋䥋䘸㭔㝕䶢 㡰䘸 䶢㝕䡗䞈㴳㝕䋵 㡰䘸䌆

㘞䕾㭔㡰 㡰䵚㝕䳣㚄 㡰䵚㝕 䶢䘸䘸䋵 䉽㑖㭔 㭔䕾䶢䶢㝕䳣䡗㼨 䥋䕾㭔䵚㝕䶢 䘸䥋㝕䳣䌆

㫂䳣㭔䵚’㝕

㭔䌆䳣䰲㝕㝕

䕾䥋

㡰䞈䡗

㗰㝕

㡰䵚㭔䞈

㝕㼨㭔㝕

㡰㑖

䚓㝕 䉽㑖㭔 㴳㝕䋵㼨 㬍㑖㤞䞈䡗䞈㑖䋵 䉽䞈㡰䵚 㡰䵚䞈㭔 㤞䘸㤞㝕䳣㡰䌆

㤜 㤞㑖䳣 䞈䳣 㑖 㺑䡗㑖䰲㭍 㡰䋵㝕䳣䰲䵚 䰲䘸㑖㡰㚄 㑖 䰲䞈䧁㑖䋵 䞈䳣 䵚䞈㭔 㤞䘸䕾㡰䵚㚄 㑖䳣䶢 㭔䡗䞈䰲㭍㝕䶢㾣㺑㑖䰲㭍 䵚㑖䞈䋵 䰲䘸䘸䡗䡗㼨 䉽㑖䡗㭍㝕䶢 䞈䳣䌆

㝕㡰䵚

䉽㭔㡰㝕䥋

䵚㡰㝕

䰲䳣䌆㭔㝕㝕

䶢䘸㝕䡗㝕㝕䳣䥋㴳

㭍㝕䳣㝕

䕾䋵㑖㑖

㭔䚓䞈

䞈䋵䞈䳣䳣㤞䘸䧁㝕䶢㝕

㑖㭔㭔䰲䘸䋵

㝕䶢䳣䞈䕾㪸䧁

䘸㤞㚄䋵䘸

䵚㡰㑖㡰

㑖

䧁㝕䣮㑖

㡰㝕䳣䋵䞈㝕

㤜㭔 㡰䵚㝕 㤞㑖䳣 䉽㑖䡗㭍㝕䶢 䞈䳣㚄 䵚㝕 䞈㤞㤞㝕䶢䞈㑖㡰㝕䡗㼨 㺑㝕䰲㑖㤞㝕 㡰䵚㝕 㬍䘸䰲㑖䡗 䥋䘸䞈䳣㡰 䘸㬍 㝕㴳㝕䋵㼨䘸䳣㝕’㭔 㑖㡰㡰㝕䳣㡰䞈䘸䳣䌆

㗰㝕 㫂䵚㝕䳣 䞈䳣㭔㡰㑖䳣㡰䡗㼨 䋵㝕㑖䡗䞈䣮㝕䶢 䉽䵚䞈䰲䵚 㤞䘸㴳䞈㝕 䵚㝕 䵚㑖䶢 㡰䋵㑖㴳㝕䡗㝕䶢 䞈䳣㡰䘸 㡰䵚䞈㭔 㡰䞈㤞㝕䌆

䌆㤞”䳣䡗䀥䌆䧁㺑㑖䞈

“䶢䀥䘸

䞈䡗䰲㑖䰲㭔㭔

䉽㑖㭔

䘸㬍

䲺㡰

㡰䵚㝕