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"Phoenix, what are you trying to do?"
Meng Changsheng's eyes narrowed slightly, a rare sign of seriousness on his face.
"Old friend, we haven't seen each other for years. What's the meaning of that tone?"
Jin Fenghuang curled the corners of her mouth.
"I'm leaving if there's nothing else. I have nothing to say to you."
Meng Changsheng leaned on his cane, turning his body around.
"Old Meng! Do you still remember the deadline? It's coming up!"
Jin Fenghuang reminded with a smile.
"Hmph! What do I have to fear?"
Meng Changsheng stopped in his tracks and looked back coldly.
"Of course you're not afraid, but what about the people around you?" Jin Fenghuang asked with a smile.
"Then come and try."
Meng Changsheng's cane penetrated the ground as he spoke word by word, "I, alone, can withstand a thousand troops."
Jin Fenghuang snorted with laughter, covering her mouth, "Old Meng, you've become an old man, but your edge is still showing?"
