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Neutral City, Beiluo City.
In an old church, the priest finished his last prayer in the middle of the auditorium.
Then, he closed the scripture and left the church with the book.
Below the church, hundreds of corporate representatives with different expressions waited patiently.
About ten minutes later.
A familiar yet unfamiliar figure appeared at the entrance of the cathedral.
The man was tall and slender, and his hand that was holding the umbrella was fair and bony.
He was still wearing the strange mask that everyone hated and loved.
The stars and the moon echoed each other, shining brightly under the candlelight of the church.
Li Yueming glanced at the time on his watch and then looked at the pouring rain outside. He revealed a harmless smile and said,""I'm sorry, I didn't expect everyone to be so punctual!"
As he spoke.
He put down the black umbrella in his hand and inserted it into the locker outside the church.
