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... out of nowhere..."
Squatted in the corner of a dilapidated warehouse, Chen Yu, with a bruised face, was drawing circles on the ground with his finger.
Outside the door.
The bald man’s face was icy cold.
Especially after seeing the "title" above Chen Yu’s head, it got even colder.
"Damn it."
"He’s doing it on purpose!"
"His title is ’Proactive Appellation.’ He can become whatever he wants, just on a whim?"
"He’s provoking us!"
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