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... s secrets.


Seeing him like this, Bai Zemin really didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he suddenly remembered something and pointed out, "To begin with, father.... Didn't that guy named Fan Qiu say earlier that there were only 14 teams within the Black Turtle guild?"


According to Fan Qiu, he was one of the 14 leaders of the 14 teams that made up the Black Turtle guild. Therefore, Bai Zemin found it puzzling that his father named an apparent team number 15, and as if that ...

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