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... one for? It shouldn’t be of any benefit to him.”

She Qi was becoming more and more unpredictable.

Chi Jiao wasn’t the only one who couldn’t figure this out. Jiang Shen and Beitang Lie couldn’t, either.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Shen continued, “We also found some information on the scale you got off She Qi previously.” 𝗳𝔯𝙚e𝒘e𝚋𝘯𝚘ν𝙚l.𝑐o𝙢

Chi Jiao had handed She Qi’s scale to Jiang Shen and asked him to bring it back to the headquarters for analysis. ...

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