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... resent.


“Senior Brother, did you tell Junior Brother?” Chi Hengyu, the Sixth asked with a chuckle.


Li Buyi nodded. “Fifth, Sixth, I asked you to keep an eye on those three discarded candidates, how are things?”


“There have been no abnormal activities to report at the moment. However, Senior Brother, there is one thing I do not understand. Since you are suspicious of them, why not seize a reason and let their own totem powerhouses kill them? Won’t they cause trouble ...

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