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... the insiders secretly scared.

Leon looked at the report that had just been sent and frowned.

"OK?" he asked.

The adjutant nodded and whispered, "It was Mr. Easter who personally determined."

Leon took a deep breath, frowned and stared at the report, and fell into meditation.

After a long time, he asked: "This report... Who else has seen it?"

"After reviewing Mr. East, he said that he should not go to the process and send it directly to you." The adjutan ...

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